Camp Hair, Don’t Care

No, I don’t feel like I can pull an Alicia Keys and go 100% natural all the time, but I’m doing the best I can. Instead of sorting through photos to find the ones in which I look my very best, I’ve started accepting pictures of me enjoying the moment. I’ve concluded that wild animals and mosquitoes don’t care about how I look. And I’ve chosen to listen to my encouraging husband when he pulls me into his arms and calls me beautiful, wrinkles and all.