Hays is going to kill me for blogging about this, but my blog has become my family journal and I just can't forget this moment. Hays started shaving! Oh my. I got the weirdest pit in my stomach. I'm not quite sure why? Something about my baby shaving made the growing up deal all too real. Little boys don't shave. My first born cannot be shaving. What in the world? Who would have thought that shaving could be so emotional? It nearly killed me! Anyway. . .Hays is now shaving.
Goodbye peach fuzz.