I always wanted a man with a beard.
I am certain it’s because my Dad had one. Freud, sure. And simply the fact that he was an absolutely incredible man and father. So, here I am, a grown woman who digs beards.
I got what I wished for in Seth. He is committed to growing his beard out (in spite of my protests) for as “long as it takes”.
We will document his beard’s transition here…