So, it’s not something I really have to deal with, other than I am the person looking at him, but the question was asked.
“Do I shave it all off? ”
He was a bit bushy there after Punta Cana and I had mentioned it was time to trim it again. He unearthed a clipper set he has had buried for a bit, clamped on the guide and began to rid himself of a bushy beard, except, he went a tad farther than he’d expected with the first pass and was therefore committed to this new length.
To say I was a little surprised when he walked out is an understatement. I just stared at him, which of course made Mr. Self Conscious squirm. So, I stared. And he squirmed. Stare. Squirm.
What he didn’t realize was what I was seeing. He’s had some kind of facial hair in mass quantities for years and years and years and years and years – ok, you get the drift. So long that I had forgotten that little dimple he has on his right (left in photo) cheek. Seeing that little dimple there brought back a wash of memories from our ‘beginning’ when he was but a young lad.
Perspective is an interesting thing.
I think I like it short.