And the beard is gone!

For months and months I have been dealing with whiskers on my face and in my mouth and the worst was when we kissed and some even went up my nose. But when you live with a man and are in love with that same man you it tends to grow on you just like it’s growing on him. The longer he had it the more I liked it. But just like most things everything must come to an end and I found myself jumping with glee when this morning first thing my husband told me was that he was going to shave. Not only shave but also get a hair cut. He hasn’t got his hair cut yet but I’m finding it hard because I just love his hair long. It has been so long that I’m not sure how I will feel when he cuts it but I do know for a fact that I am so happy that he did shave. I had been telling him for months that he needed to get rid of the beard, and I even bought him a synthetic shaving brush so that he could do a good job of it. He looks so much better now the beard is gone and his haircut makes him look much younger, even though he didn’t have much taken off. I guess I should say trim 🙂 What does that mean for me? Well it mean no more Duck Dynasty jokes or “hey awesome beard” shouts his way. Or even “man that thing is getting long”. So I decided to take one last photo of his mid life crises to share with you. Now the photo is not great for he had just woke up from bed but I do not care.