It Started Out as a Bad Hair Day

I'd been putting off getting my hair cut for months.  Seemed like there was always something better to do with fifteen dollars.  But with my best friend's wedding fast approaching, it was time to put my foot down, so I finally called to schedule an appointment.  The only time slot available was the morning of the wedding.  That'll work, I thought. 

 BAD idea.
I realized my mistake ten minutes into the hair cut when my stylist's instructor came up behind us and said, "No!  We start A-lines in the back!" 

I tried to offer smiles and forgiveness while my embarrassed student-stylist tried to correct her mistake.
At home, I cried while Wes offered  really reassuring comments like, "It looks pretty good!"  and "It's not too bad!"  I told Lucy I was having a terrible horrible no good very bad day and that she'd have to go to the wedding and give the toast.  I was moving to Australia.   

Turned out Australia was out of the question and before I knew it I was sitting on the front row of a Bountiful Temple sealing room.  And you know what? Time in the temple works wonders on a bad hair day. I hardly even remembered my horrible hair by the time the sealing was finished.  My eyes were full of happy tears.  My heart was full of true joy. 

I think I even smiled at myself in the mirror later that afternoon. 

Because what is more beautiful than this?

Nothing.

Bad hair or no, it was one of the all time  HAPPIEST DAYS OF MY LIFE.