Today is the beginning of what will be a sad weekend. I’m saying goodbye to a friend I’ve known for over three years. A friend that I’ve lived with. A friend that I’ve snuggled with. A friend that I don’t know how I will live without.
And I am sad.
I don’t care that this friend will return in four weeks because I don’t want it to leave at all. Yes, I said “it”.
Hey. You. Get your mind out of the gutter. Thank you.
You see that stud on the right? The hubs? I’m saying farewell to his beard. His wonderfully snuggly goatee.
Why? Because of work. He will be traveling next week to a plant that requires all employees and visitors to be beard-free. Because of respirators. That cover the nose and mouth. And a beard would keep it from fitting correctly. Which is important if his life is in danger. But that doesn’t make me any less sad. Nope. Still sad.
It took me 2 months to get used to that beard and now the hubs is going to be baby-faced for the next month while it grows back into place. I’m still trying to talk him into keeping the mustache though. Because that could be funny. We shall see.
Fingers crossed he doesn’t shave until I get home. Because I want need to take before – during – after photos of my friend’s departure. I know it’s just hair but I think he’s so darn handsome with it. And I love those bearded kisses dammit.
What’s a girl to do? But grow her own.