First hair cut
I had my hair cut by a delightful old man with bottle bottom glasses and my dear lovely wife yesterday. Susana asked me if I was sure about coming to this guy when we both could see that he could have been best friends with Noah back in the day but I decided to embrace the situation for the sake of adventure. The was afterall the barber of my grandfather.
He was very good. He only poked me a few times with the scissors. Despite his obvious skill and years of experience fades and feathering were foreign concepts to this precious man. Thus, Susana took the plate and did the front of my hair. She did very well for her first crack at doing my hair. It was a far cry better than any hair cut I received in Jordan. Mom has cut my hair my whole life but today is the day for adventure. I'm sporting a new do and looking forward to more adventures.
Today celebrates one month of marital bliss. We will be dining at the restaurant that the reception was held at. I'm afraid that we will probably not be able to afford anything so fancy when we return to celebrate our marriage in Canada. It was really nice. One of the best wedding meals ever even though we were too busy with pictures to have cake.