After five years of knowing my husband, I have finally seen his face.

No, I have not had him walking around life with a bag on his head. Since I've known him, he's always had facial hair. Not that I mind, I like it well enough, but after we got married I thought I might like to know if he was on the FBI most wanted list. That's difficult if the man you love has been wearing a chea pet on his face.

Anyhoo, after years of pestering he finally decided to shave it all off...just.this.one.time.  It took quite a bit of time, this undressing of the face business. When it was finally over, I took one look and thought to myself "wait, I know that face from somewhere...hmm..."  I tried to place that face. This face that I have never seen before but have seen on someone else.

Eureka! My poor, dear husband had the most confused look on his face as I had not yet said whether I liked it or not. Just a crazed woman searching her mind, eureka-ing around the house.

"Behold!" I said to the mysterious face that was my husband. I brought him our youngest son, Aidan, whom until this day I had sworn was the post-man's offspring. I brought them both to the mirror and put them together.

Legitimacy, at last!