nahleili

At long last, a few weeks ago I combed my hair out of a shower in front of a mirror and realized that my hair perfectly covered my breasts – completely. I turned to the side, and with just a little tilting..my hair touched the very top of my bum.

I’ve been doting on it quite a bit. Dusting, oiling. Washing with baking soda instead of shampoo. I’ve never felt so pretty.

I few weeks ago I dyed my hair with henna – real henna. Its a plant dye that has a red molecule in it. It gave my hair a beautiful reddish tint (my hair is naturally dark brown), and it colored my white hairs bright red. Its beautiful, and I feel vibrant and young – my white hairs did indeed age my 21 year old face and head of hair.

Don’t worry; one day, I’ll have long, long white hair, but for now, I’m going to enjoy my natural color AND natural hair colorants!

I’ve been taking care of my nephew a lot lately. He’s just turning two and I can only hope he’ll remember some of the times we’ve had together. Watching him grow and change from a baby into a little person who talks to me, asks me questions, watches cartoons with me, helps me garden…its enough to melt away any bad feeling I have.

A few days ago we were outside “working” in my garden. I say “working” because I was just potting some plants and he was “helping” by using the little shovel and hand rake I bought for him to transfer dirt into the containers. I noticed him make a weird face – I check to see if he’d hurt himself, pooped his diaper, the usual – and I see that a ladybug had landed on his arm.

He was a little distressed by the little thing crawling on him, so I took the little ladybug into my hands and kneeled next to him and said “This is a ladybug. Isn’t she pretty and red?”

“Lay-bug.” he replied, pointing.

“LaDYbug”. He corrects himself after I annunciated the word – “LayDEEE bug.” He watched the little red beetle crawl on my hands with a kind of interest that you don’t expect to see from a 22-month old child. He watched the ladybug crawl around and rest and crawl more for more than three minutes before it flew away, and he said “Bye bye!”, giving the bug a little wave as it paused near our faces before flying away into the greenery again.

He’s so tiny and I doubt he’ll remember these little things once he gets big, but I can hope – and who’d have thought that my little nephew would do something I’ll remember him for at such a tender age?