Hair Times.

Dear Dashing Boy,

Yesterday morning I woke up and you had no hair. I sleepily remembered that you had left for the barbershop at 7am and then it was 8am and you had shaved your hair all off. I couldn't stop smiling and laughing because you were so cute and it was a very bold thing for you to do.

When I fell in love with you your hair looked like this:

You were very dashing.

Now your hair looks like this:

You are very dashing.

Hair or no hair, you are my Dashing Boy and I love you so.

Love,
Jenny