You can call me Mrs. Barber

I gave my husband a haircut last night for the first time. It may sound strange, but I felt so close to him during our brief new adventure... as if we were taking another step forward in our marriage that no one ever tells you about. Just the way he rested his head on my chest as I took the clippers to the far side of his head... made me smile. I am a firm believer that it is the little things in a relationship that keep it together and not so much of the grand gestures. Yes, the big events are memorable and wonderful, but it is the little everyday things that have always made me smile in times when smiling seems impossible. The notes left by the door, the flowers for no reason, the text messages simply saying "I love you, " the silly gifts given just because... the little things. **SIGH** OK, so yes, cutting his hair saves us time and money if we do it ourselves in our narrow little bathroom with our newly purchased hair clippers, but part of me thinks it isn't so much the time and money we will save that prompted my hubby to ask me to cut it. I felt like it was an effort to share something new with his wife. (That and the fact that it was getting too long and he just didn't want to go to Supercuts again.) There are very few things we won't do in front of each other and there is nothing we won't tell each other, so our comfort level is pretty high, but let me tell you when it comes to cutting a man's hair, there is a bit of nervousness that accompanies the act. I am honored that he let me do it. I did a pretty good job considering that I have never done it before, and I was too tired this morning to see if he left with a hat on or not, but he is still talking to me, so I must have done something right. I figure by the time I am cutting our children's hair, I should be pretty good at it. Maybe I'll even have a little area in our house named "Rotten Haircuts" where my family will happily sit while mom cuts their hair and creates memories that will last a lifetime. That is of course, until it is just too embarrassing to admit that mom cuts their hair, and I will simply be left again with just my loving husband as a customer.