Yea!! It finally happened. After months of subtle hints (because being direct on something like this would only prolong the misery), Steve finally shaved off his goatee. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't discriminate against goatees or anything, I just really, really like to see my husband's face.
We decided to document the process, and since Steve was the model, it's rather funny.
Here he is pre-shave:
At this point, he was pretty convinced that he'd look good as a cowboy and should just keep it like this, while I said a silent prayer that he would come to his senses.
Steve's convinced that he looks, well, 'not straight' with only a moustache.
Well, we had to take one with the Hitler 'stache.
Ahhh. There's the face I fell in love with. :)
I've been seriously giddy since he shaved that thing off. :) It's been like I've seen his face for the first time all over again. Guess you really don't appreciate what you have until you're without the real thing for a while.
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