Magnificent

I am grateful for a husband who, upon my arising in the morning, tells me I look "magnificent!" Why? Because when my hair sticks up all over the place, he looks at me with total sincerity and tells me I have plumage like a bird of paradise. :) I love that man.

Yep, crazy hair is hereditary. We used to call Mom the scarecrow. And now Zoe has inherited the plumage. I'll try and get a matching picture.