Hair

Eli used to have hair.
Lots of it. Curly. Soft. Golden. Beautiful.

Now it is gone.
Eli cried, screamed, and sobbed . . . for both of us.

I take what little comfort I can from the waviness of what remains.

Eli's long since forgotten he and his hair had to part ways. But I haven't.

No matter when you do it, turning your baby into a boy is a hard, hard step.