I knew this day would come: the day when I would complain about my locks getting into my food or being too hot on my neck or pulling when I sat back against a chair. I knew the day would come when I would sigh about how heavy it gets when I wash it or how long it takes to dry. I knew I would complain about having to pull it out of my collar when I put on a shirt, and constantly move it out of the way as it continues to get longer and heavier.
I knew I would roll my eyes at people wanting to take a picture or touching it or asking me if it is real and a million other questions.
I knew these days would come. And I made this choice anyway. Because I am loving every minute of it.