Before my dad had his stroke, he had decided to let his hair grow out some. It was getting pretty long, then he ended up in the hospital and rehab for about 4 weeks. During that time, he kept saying how he couldn’t wait to get it cut. My brother promised that they would go together when he felt up to it. He’s been home 3 weeks now and today was the day. My brother and my dad went to the “man spa” as I call it – their favorite place to get a haircut. My dad got the full treatment including the hot towel facial. They returned clean, shiny, and relaxed. They also ran a couple errands, so it was a pretty big day for my dad and he managed very well. He was more than ready to nap this afternoon.
I Found God today as my dad got a little pampering.