Life is interconnected and so are the topics on this blog. It might be cooking and gardening one day, yoga the next, knitting and sewing, or hiking and then bird watching followed by recycling or composting. They are the parts that bring humble joy to my life of voluntary simplicity in Montana.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
My Naked Face Husband
Matt shaved. He got a new job that, really, he is very well suited for--a produce clerk at a small, old-fashioned (at least in my opinion) grocery store. But, they have a store policy against beards. So, he shaved. I was shocked he was willing to do it. I'd never seen his face before--aside from childhood photos--and never expected to in all my life. I cried. Oh, how I cried. I just loved that beard. I know that its only hair. And he's still my incredible Matty, so hard-working, funny, and kind. (And handsome, of course.) But still. I remain in shock. I can't believe it. As we spread the word to friends and family, neither can anyone else.