Attention loyal friends and family readers of the blog… the beard era is over! I went to Chris’s house and to my surprise, he says, “Tonight’s the night- the beard’s gotta go and I need a haircut.” I assumed he was kidding as he usually is and I just accept the beard. But, no.. tonight, the beard went.. hair by hair.
One last look at the beard… at least for awhile!
To be honest, the beard really grew on me. There was a time when I begged him to shave it off, but then gave up because I realized he really didn’t want to. I knew he liked it, so stopped pushing him to shave it. It became normal, and I wouldn’t mind if he grew it back, but for now.. I’m excited to kiss his cheek instead of the hair on it! 🙂