Life is short but it’s wide
Yesterday, a good friend of ours came over to cut Tin’s hair. I have been taking him to this really cool salon in the French Quarter but honestly nobody there wears their hair natural – its all about buzz cuts for boys and relaxers for the ladies, so I called the one person I knew who could deliver on the afro buzz – Darrin Butler to the rescue! Not only does he sport the best fro around but he is an artist and his eye is impeccable.
Tin’s hair looks fantastic! And look how handsome they both look:
Darrin said he felt like he was looking in the mirror of when he was a toddler and I’m sure Tin must have felt like Darrin was some view to his future. We did have to pacify Tin during the entire cutting session, by cueing up the Louis Armstrong DVD to hold his attention for the labor intensive fro shaping that took place.
Today is my neighbor across the bayou’s 95th birthday, I wondered as I was posting this how many memories she has that are small but extraordinary like this one over her many years. I hope my son lives to be 95 himself, hell since I’m such an old mother I hope I live to be 95 so that I can see Tin turn 45 (and perhaps see my grandchildren), but for now I’m just going to soak up every memory we can all possibly make together for the time allotted.