Sakura Koontz Photography

You all know him. My husband. He’s the one that carries all my heavy camera lenses, my stool (I’m short), and during shoots, he’s the one that whispers in my ear. Did you consider the background? Do you want to switch your lenses? Maybe you should shoot lower. Oh wait, let me fix her hair… He’s also the one who takes amazing photos using the wide angle lens and helps me realize that close-ups are not the ONLY way to go. He’s the one that give me confidence just by standing next to me.

Well, lately, something has been bothering me. No, it’s not that he doesn’t wake up at the first alarm. It’s also not that he totally overspends at grocery stores. I don’t even care that he has 1o projects going at the same time.

It’s his hair. Yup. I’ve never liked guys with long hair (sorry, Suk!). But it bothers me. For the longest time, I couldn’t stand it when Jimmy shook his hair in the wind. It also bothered me when he asked for hair conditioning tips. I mean…REALLY!?

But yesterday, I came home to this. And I laughed my butt off. Literally. I couldn’t stop. I’m totally over the “bother” stage.

I can’t get mad at this face. I just can’t. It’s too…(should I dare say)…cute!