Recovery Day

We didn’t get home until close to midnight. That meant Russ fell right to sleep and I was up another hour winding down. Shay was still at her sitters so I got an uninterrupted night’s sleep well until 8:30.

When I actually got up I realized Russ had already left for work so I lazed around and read the mail and answered e-mails and calls that had piled up while I was gone. Eventually I got up and picked Shay up and stripped the bed and did a bunch of wash.

When Russ got home I looked at him for a few minutes before I realized his beard was gone. I had grown to liking his beard, although he should have had it trimmed before our trip. Now he looks younger, but I am missing that “hot Santa” look.

He said he could grow it back for me, which I already know takes barely two weeks. He looks younger without it, but cuter with it. I like having such a young husband, but also a cuter one. Such a dilemma. At least it didn’t take me more than a few minutes to recognize it was gone.