As time progressed, he enjoyed it being short better, especially during the summer and for the sake of his career. Of course, I went along with it and learned to love it shorter. However, I didn't like that he would still go to the cheapo hair salon and get a whack job every time. I kept thinking, this can’t be that hard. So, I bought my first pair of hair scissors, read up on how to cut a basic men’s haircut and went to town. Thankfully, my husband was trusting enough to let me touch his hair. However, if I didn't do a good job it would grow back out in a matter of weeks.
Month after month, I would practice giving him the same haircut. He enjoyed not spending the extra money, getting more time to have meaningful conversations with his wife and not have to drive anywhere for a haircut. Just for kicks and giggles, I booked him an appointment with my hair stylist to observe how a professional cuts hair and to get her feedback on how I was doing. As it turns out, she said I was doing a great job!
Fast forward a few years and we had our first child. It seems like that first haircut always makes you cringe. It means your baby is growing up! Well, instead of traumatizing him by taking him to a hair salon, I decided I would tempt fate and do it myself.