…suddenly informed me that for the following weeks he’d be working on his ‘stache.
I admit I had some instant contradicting thoughts and perspecitives, but what I wondered the most was, “Do I even get a say???!” Nope. After a few hours of worrying my husband was going to be replaced by a version of Kip Dynamite, I came to terms with it. So for the next few weeks, when I want this guy, I get the mustache too. 😉
Tomorrow we head out for some beach hopping, downtown exploring, aquarium-viewing, sea-shell hunting, and Hotel Del Coronado-staying (forgive my awkward phrasing).
Here’s to us, and our faithful, loving God, for two wonderful years of marriage! Woohoo!