I remember being a girl and having my dad occasionally brush my hair. It usually took place when mom was away for a few days. He was so gentle and tried so hard. I remember being perplexed at the “ponytails” that resulted. But gotta love the tenderness of a dad taking care of his 4 girls all by himself while mom is away. This is totally one of those moments. Even still, isn’t it a most intimate thing to have your hair combed with fingers or comb as an adult? Not everyone gets to get that close (nor would they want to), you know?
Have a sweet day,