A week and a half ago I told Briar we could go to get her hair trimmed. I had thought that we’d go on that first Saturday morning. An unexpected guest, a work commitment, and a sick sister kept cutting in and preventing the outing. Each night I’d watch her brush her teeth, grown-out, pin-straight bangs slipping over her glasses. I wanted to make the hair cut happen, I wanted the time alone with her. What happened? Five weeks ago I bought nail polish remover and clear nail polish with the intent of painting my toe nails that same night. Each morning when I reach beneath the bathroom counter to grab my make-up I see the basket of nail painting stuff and I cringe.…