when evie saw me for the first time after my hair appointment, she didn't squeal or smile like she normally does when she sees me. (jeff, on the other hand, did both.) she stared at me for a moment with her little red brows furrowed in confusion, her eyes searching mine. are you in there? is what i imagined she was thinking.
and then, finally, oh, there you are, mama!
and then she squealed. and smiled.
i feel a bit more grown-up without my bleach-blonde locks, which i'd had since high school (except for those couple years in college when all my blonde friends and i were too broke to get our roots done so we decided to dye each other's hair dark brown (everyone's turned out black) à la l'oreal superior preference).