Every time Chuck and Max got haircuts growing up, I referred to it as Haircuts for the Woolseys. This was one of my favorite children’s books to read to the kids. It is a story of a family of sheep who get shorn in the spring, then winter comes, and lucky for the Woolseys, the Granny has made their cut hair into brand new sweaters. Truer words were never spoken when it comes to all that Granny and Granpa have done for the grandkids.
The kids are grown and their fellow cousin Kelsy is now my stylist, with ever-adorable son Royson sometimes serving as her helper, sweeping up the hair from the floor as Kelsy cuts it, an inherited trait of cleaning and order from his Papa Ran. Royson’s Nana is also a family inspiration, a member of the newest class of the Wall of Hope at Kapiolani Medical Center, for Ann’s spirit and faith during her recent battle and victory over breast cancer.
When I first met Hal he would get his hair cut every six months. This month we celebrated the six-month mark since surgery. Hal’s hair is shorter, and our lives are longer.
Beyond Six Five 