Sitting on the arm of a friend’s sofa last night, watching two little girls put “hair toys” into my husband’s too-long hair, I had an insight on writing the description of that scene. Glittering hearts; hysterical laughter; amused patience.
But I slept and my insight faded and though I can still vividly picture the scene, this morning I can’t do it justice. And I didn’t even get a photo.
