My eldest has curls like that — black, though, not blond — thick and round, so beautiful. He wore his hair full-curls until he was a man grown. Nowadays he shaves it down to a quarter inch during the slow heat of summer. Now we’re nearing September it is coming in all thick curls once more. Hair may seem a flighty thing to care over, so nonsensical, but we humans like our pretties, our comforts, our bits and pieces that please the eye. I am glad to have had these years of enjoying my son’s curls. Already, the thinning is upon him, bare patches on the top of his head, where once the curls clustered rampant and thick. He will, most likely, God willing, have many more years with a balding pate than he had as a youth, head brimming and bursting with curls. 🙂 We’re enjoying them while we can, his little sister perhaps most of all, oh she outs, when the summer haircut comes ….