The beard.

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…


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