When Oliver was born, I started to think about everything differently. I started to see myself the way I thought he saw me. It was (and still is) all new to him. How do I want him to look back at these early days on our family of three. How would I want to look in those memories? All of these weird, irrational thoughts started creeping into my mind. One day I looked into the mirror, and I said to Christina, “I’m going to stop cutting my hair.”
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