More often than not, whether at the park or at Hope House or anywhere with kids, I find myself with a new hair style. Sometimes cute. Sometimes full of knots. Sometimes I leave just a little bit messier. Simply put, I love it. I’ll take messy hair any day as long as it means I get to spend time with these kids and hear their stories and sometimes even just be with them without saying much. Just being there to show them I’m here to hang out with them and I care while letting the hair break down the barriers and open up doors to relationships and conversation.
b'ahava 