I sat in the chair in front of the mirror, waiting for my lovebug to shave my head. I was feeling so many different emotions, ranging from nervousness to excitement. My lovebug was doing his very best to help me not be scared, or nervous. He was making me laugh, as always. He kept singing this little song: Everybody be aware, Shortybears going bare!! The man is totally nuts, but I sure do love him. As he picked up the razor, he looked at me, smiled, and said, honey are you ready? I shook my head yes, he kissed me on the cheek, turned the razor on, and began shaving my head. The room was silent, except for the buzzing of the razor, I could hear my heart beating very loudly. I looked in the mirror, and I started to cry. Tears were falling down my face,right along with the hairs. At first, I was crying tears of sadness, tears for what use to be, tears for what my thyroid disease has taken from me. But, then they turned to tears of relief from emotional stress, tears of freedom from all the worry my hair has caused me, and the most drenching tears poured forth from my eyes, as well as my heart, when my lovebug said the following words to me: Your head is shaped so lovely sweetie, you are so beautiful. I love you. Then, he gently kissed me upon my bare head, a kiss I will forever treasure.