Locks of Love

Today my heart is swelling with pride.

Six years ago, my then 9 year old daughter decided that it was time to do something with her hair. She had known a couple of people who had experienced the pain of cancer and we decided that, if she was going to have it cut, she might as well use it for a good cause. A trip to the hairdresser and twelve inches was cut off and mailed away.

About six or seven months ago, Kari told me that she planned to keep her hair long until she could donate it again. With the end of her junior year of high school and senior year looming on the horizon, she decided that now was the time.

This afternoon she had 10 inches cut.

The sweetest thing was the comment that she made on the way home. Like any other teen, she was busy posting pics on Facebook and emailing photos to friends when she turned to me and said, "I feel like I am the blessed one, being able to help someone like this."

She has already decided that, if her hair grows at the same rate, she will be able to donate again when she turns 21. What a way that would be to enter adulthood!