Then there are my three sons and my husband. Only twice in 37 years of marriage have I seen Ken without a mustache. My sons, on the other hand, I remember with peach-fuzz heads and lily-white chins. Both of those memories are now distant - especially the chin part. A closer look at the picture, though, will show that all three sons are "headed" back to their peach-fuzz "roots". I'm told that comes from the mother's side - oops. Sorry...
In case it has escaped your attention, it is Movember, the designated month to remind the men you love to take care of themselves. There are lots of men in my life, some old enough for facial hair and some not yet. I love them all, now and forever!
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As well as Colin, who wishes he didn't need a wooden beard to match his brother, Court's, wooly one.
Take care of your health, men! There are moms and daughters and granmas who love you and wouldn't know what to do without you - facial hair and all!