My dear husband spent a semester studying abroad in England back in college. I love considering him during that time: young, idealistic, brainy and immersed in the literature culture that he loves so much. Today we were celebrating Christmas with his parents at their home, and he and our son decided to dig through some of his mementos in the attic.
I was almost snoozing on my in-laws' incredible couch when my son ran down with one artifact after another. First he brought me the giant x-rated carved figurine my husband's father picked up during a time he spent stationed in Okinawa with the Air Force. Hmmmm. . . Then it was an old cigar which he had perched in his pristine 5-yr-old mouth. I didn't like that one bit (it wasn't lit, thank goodness).
My favorite treasure he brought me, though, was the ID holder from my husband's time in England. The first card I found was his photo ID for the university where he studied. He had GREAT hair. For 9 years now my husband has had the US government telling him how to cut his hair - short - and tonight I was reminded of the good head of hair he was blessed with.
It looks best short in the back and on the sides and long enough on top to let the natural curl do its thing. Pair this hair with his striking blue eyes and long eye-lashes and you have the man who stole my heart. Sigh. . .
