So there we are, standing outside the place, folks around us waiting, sun shining, me looking sweetly at DK and he suddenly scrunches his face, tilts his head, reaches out to lift my chin and to my horror says:
"You have a whisker on your chin! That's funny!"
I was mortified. I raced to the restroom and looked for it, panicking internally, thinking "Truly everyone else in the place is going to notice too, they'll probably sell me off to the circus to be on display for all to laugh and mock, I should probably just go home." But instead, I took a deep breathe, enjoyed the beautiful day and ate the best breakfast plate ever.
Later on, we were laughing about it (once the problem was taken care of, heehee) and DK asked me "But wouldn't you rather me tell you?"
His question made me think about a few things. How he is the one man in the world I want to impress and make notice me. In this case, it's tough because whiskers are gross and masculine, far from what I want him to notice about me. Then I remember that he is my partner, my best friend, my greatest encourager and that embarrassing things will continue to happen throughout our lives. So I think we can either hide away in the bathroom and die of unnecessary embarrassment or we can laugh about and thank the Lord we have a man who loves us, Bearded Lady or not.
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