My Husband and I Shaved Our Heads in the Middle of Our Wedding Ceremony – When I Revealed the Real Reason During My Toast, Our Guests Sat in Stunned Silence Before Bursting Into Tears

Mason sat first.

I placed one hand on his shoulder and moved the clippers from his forehead back through his thick brown hair.

The clippers buzzed to life.

A long strip fell into his lap.

People gasped.

A nervous laugh rose from somewhere near the bar and died before it reached the chandeliers.

Mason looked up at me.

I smiled.

Then he stood, and I sat.

A long strip fell into his lap.

His hand was gentle at the back of my head.

When the first lock of my hair slid down the front of my dress, I heard Maribel make a sound.

Not a sob.

Not quite.