A Strand of Her Hair
Last night I retrieved a tank top from my drawer. I haven't worn it since last summer. As soon as I put it on, I found a strand of hair embedded in the fabric. I pulled it free and instantly realized it was one of Waverly's as it dropped from my fingers. I panicked and instantly turned on the flashlight feature on my phone to try to find it. I was on a mission. The entire time I knew this was insane behavior, but I simply couldn't discard this precious strand of hair. After a few minutes of searching, I found it on our duvet cover. And then the tears poured forth.
Wavey's hair was one of her distinguishing features. It was thick and course, textured and a kaleidoscope of colors on a single strand. I have some of her saved in little bundles tied with ribbon. But this one was different. She was alive when it fell out.
As I twisted it around my fingers with tears falling, Matt thought we should save it. He grabbed our copy of "Anne of Green Gables" - a family favorite. I tucked the hair on a random page only to be rediscovered on another day.