Hey there. This post is for any of Weston's friends who might be interested in seeing the demise of his facial hair.
I know I was.
Don't get me wrong. I didn't hate it. And I can appreciate the rugged look of the beard/hat combo which one of his co-workers described as the two being "best friends."
But now I guess I've realized how much I have always preferred his clean, soft cheeks, even though I apparently didn't adequately appreciate or express that before.
The kids and I thought the beard was only going to last 6 weeks. But Weston was enjoying the not-shaving thing so he told us it would last until we arrived in MD, which ended up being more like 8. So, by the time we got here, we were all ready for the beard to go.
We were also eagerly anticipating our first day at church in our new congregation. The children were making plans about what they were going to wear, say and do to make friends and make a good first impression. I was really crossing my fingers that the beard would be gone by then. By Saturday evening, we still weren't sure and went to bed a little apprehensive.
On Sunday morning, we all woke up to this:
You may imagine the horror the kids felt, (of course this was what Weston was going for), and some of the things that were said:
"Dad, you only get one chance for a first impression."
and
"You can go to church like that....if you want to sit by yourself."
Actually, once he pointed out that it was almost the same style as Sgt George from Bleak House, the look grew on me a little.
We were so desperate for this not to be so, we willingly participated in an awkward photo shoot. Whatever it takes, you know?
Then, of course, we got to witness every look every step of the way down.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!!!!
