Do you see it there? Blowing in the wind? Carter has hair! Halleluia, the child has some hair. It's no joke that I was a baldie until the age of 2. When I say "baldie," I'm talking about bald. Bald as in Tommy Pickles from Rugrats bald. So bald, in fact, that strangers were forever approaching my parents asking them, "How is your daughter tolerating her chemotherapy?" Of course, in the beginning they would politely correct them. However, after months and months of the same sorts of questions, they would quickly respond with a smile, short and sweet, "She's doing great! Thanks for asking." Needless to say, I'm ecstatic to learn that Carter will fortunately be spared the baldie gene.
My heart just bursts. Who knew you could love someone so much?