[Postcard sent from Dan in 1989-ish, during our long-distance courting phase]
Not because we ended up with eight children, or that he became a nudist cult doctor, but I always thought: that kind of looks like him. Dude!
And right now, although I've yet to gather photographic evidence, Dan is refusing to shave until my friends' little twins babies come home from the hospital, which could be very soon! The benefit for me, of course? Total beard hotness. Much like my love for Steve Perry, I have an unexplainable thing for beards and most of the time, Dan refuses to have facial hair of any kind. So this is a real treat, as they say.
Makes me want to take a tasty bite, as seen in this lovely outtake shot from when we redid our kitchen for cable television. Sigh.
Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie. You hairy man, you.