For the past five years, a woman (read: angel) named Germaine has been cutting my hair. I booked an appointment with her after my former hair stylist moved away, and we talked for a least 30 minutes about how she was going to cut my hair before she picked up a pair of scissors back in 2013.

It was great. She was great. And every subsequent time I went to see her, she would confirm I wanted the same thing and then go to town, always giving me the perfect haircut. Now Germaine is having a baby.