I have many thoughts about beards. It's rare day that my husband isn't sporting some sort of facial hair. Beards, sideburns, goatees and Van Dykes are "in my face" all the time.
And I love it.
When my husband is clean shaven, he's really cute and I still adore him endlessly because he's my Dustin, but I REALLY like it when he's sporting some facial hair. It's darned sexy.
I have these thoughts about my husband and his beard off and on all the time, but just now, I was watching a music video where two men had scruffy beards. This set a train of thought in motion this morning and I realized one of the reasons I like facial hair so much is it's so definitively MAN. It's something I'll never have. Perhaps it sounds silly, but the fact that I'll always have a soft face with a delicate jaw and my husband has to make a daily choice to shave or deal with the resulting scruff (YUM!) on his strong jaw stirs the same feelings I wrote about here. I love that. Maybe that makes no sense to anyone but me, but facial hair is just so... quintessentially man.
Don't confuse my love of beards with a love of all forms of facial hair. Check out this hilarious website I discovered as I pondered this post. The La Souvarov... NOT my favorite style. In fact, a few months ago, about thirty or so minutes before Dustin and I were supposed to go to dinner with a big group of friends, he walked out of the bathroom with this face-do:
My friend, when commenting on this pic, said, "I am glad that we have the "stache" documented for all to remember the legendary way to really get under Clancy's skin!"
I was LIVID that Dustin shaved this into his face mere minutes before we went out with friends. I wouldn't even look at him.
I did get over it, eventually. I had to beg divine intervention to do so. Seriously. I prayed that I could let it go and just have a great night out. God is merciful and kind and I actually felt an immediate lightening of my anger after my petition.
I know. I'm crazy. Maybe I was PMSy? That sounds like a good excuse.
The point is that not all facial hair is created equal, in my opinion. I love me a Van Dyke or a nice scruff-beard with a clean neck. I don't love the neck hair. Things need to be tidy. I even love when Dust goes a little crazy and shave in some mutton chops. When he is clean-shaven, I like him to leave sideburns.
I try very hard not to dictate what he shaves, but it's really hard for me to keep my mouth shut (or pucker up for a kiss) when I don't like his current choice of face-do.
Aren't you glad you aren't my husband? Poor guy.
This ends my thoughts on beards.