Take tonight as an example. I am in the living room with Brent, Hannah, and Jacob. Then, Brigham walks in the room. I look down upon his little head, and what do we all see?
A small child trying to look like he had no ideas as to why I would be asking him if he had cut his hair.
|Brigham trying to pretend he didn't cut his hair.|
|Brigham, after realizing he's in trouble.|
|After the hair cut.|
The life of a mother, never ends, and neither to the memories.