Here’s my girl. For five and a half years, I’ve been watching her hair grow steadily longer.

Her unruly mane is a defining characteristic, an emblem of her wildness.

Robbi has trimmed her bangs from time to time, but the rest has been growing since the day she was born.

But change is inevitable, of course. Lately, Alden has been wondering what it might be like to live with shorter locks. And so Robbi gathered Alden’s hair in a pony tail.

And took out the barber’s shears.

And five years of growth was gone in a moment. A little part of my heart broke…

But another part awakened.

Robbi did some layering, meant to maximize the sass.

The results? A whole new girl.

Ready for a whole new year.

School starts on Thursday. I wonder if her teachers will know her.

Suddenly, she is so much older, so much wiser, so much closer to leaving for college.

Here’s what I know: short or long, five or 15, she’ll always be my little girl.