Today my dreads are 8 months and 1 day old.
I love them more every day.
I love how they go from flat and tame to frizzy-freak-out overnight.
I love thinking about them and I love not having to think about them.
I love how I still sometimes have to stare at myself in the mirror to let it sink in - "Wow. I actually have dreads. I actually did it."
I love how easy it is for me to accept them exactly the way they are, in their natural state, as they slowly twist and turn and find their way into a nice, tight lock.
I know that not everyone gets it. I know not everyone wants it. I know plenty of people think it's the nastiest, craziest, most unkempt ... anything.
But oh my holy cow, I love them. They complete me.
(many thanks to my long-time friend, Stephanie Kimbrough, for sending me this pic she grabbed at our All-School Reunion - Steph is really itching for her own head of dreads)