I skipped a MAJOR plotline in our story, one that really tells of Charles HUGE heart of gold.

In May of 2023, Charles took a pair of hair trimming shear thingies (I'm a girl, I don't know what the word is) and had to shave my head. My hair had been steadily falling out since I'd been hospitalized with septic shock.

It was a hard decision I had to make, and having just started this relationship, I'd been struggling with what that would mean. But, Charles stepped up in the most major way and held my hair, and the shears, and took what was left of the hair off.

He was wonderful, of course he was, you all know how he is. And, he's been wonderful about each stage of hair growth since. He helped me with all the wigs on our New York trip, he walked proudly with me while I went without a wig and showed off my super short hair.

For a little while, we had matching hairlines.

We definitely don't anymore though.