I have so many memories of sitting on a stool in my parents kitchen while my mom cut my hair.

Usually there was a line of us waiting for our turn.

I have 4 siblings so I wonder if at times my mom felt like she had her own salon…

I will not always get to cut my boys hair.

They might want someone that actually knows what they are doing or even have their wife do it for them.

I am going to cherish these little haircuts.

They are fleeting and precious.

Have you stopped to cherish a fleeting moment today?