It seemed to me the other day that my husband was having a hard time with my new work schedule. As I’ve been throwing my heart and soul into this blog, it has meant more hours spent at my computer, more travel opportunities and more meetings taking me away from home. The other day when I told him I would be taking yet another trip to Florida soon, the look in his eyes told me that he wasn’t ok. Looking back, I am not sure if this was the correct thing to say, but at the time it sounded appropriate.
me: You really should get a hobby.
me: You know, find something you are passionate about and just go for it. Isn’t there anything you are passionate about?
He never did say anything at that very moment, but apparently he was thinking about it because two days later he came to me with a proposition.
hubby: Hey, I want to enter this beard competition tomorrow. Would you and the kids come with me?
me: Um. . yeah. . sure. . . we can do that.
For those of you who don’t have a clue what a beard competition is, think of it as a beauty pageant for male facial hair. Contestants are judged on fullness, texture and design. Yes, I said design. The more creative you can get with your hair the better. For instance, can you sculpt your beard to look like you have an octopus eating your face? If you can, then you would probably fit right in.
|Beardly Men Lined Up For Judging.|
As the day of the beard competition came around, I walked past the bathroom to find my husband excitedly primping his beard in the mirror. I stood a moment to watch through the crack in the door I saw him fumbling to heat up my straight iron. No, I thought. He wouldn’t. But he did! Then he brushed his beard and oiled it, making sure the strands were perfectly all in place. He took an stance back to admire his work. Being the mean wife that I am I said, HEY! (he jumped) You take longer to get ready than I do! He just smirked back at me.
When we arrived in Ann Arbor for the beard competition I could tell his nerves were getting to him, but he was just so darn excited. It was cute.
Watching as the competition proceeded I admired him confidently talk to the judges and the press about his beard. He was so proud of ability to grow hair and was happy to model it for those who wanted to take photographs. This is hilarious I thought. But, he really seemed to enjoy himself, so I happily stood by. I even gave the press an interview and stated that I was ok with the beard (as long as he didn’t try to kiss me with it). They laughed.
|My Husband Meeting the Founders of Detroit Grooming Co.|
When the competition came to a close, my husband ended up going home with fourth place. However, I think he went home with a whole lot more. He went home proud of himself for trying something new, happy to have found a passion and filled with excitement about the next beard competition to be had. Even though when I told him to get a hobby this is not what I had meant or expected, I am proud of him (and his beard). Who knows, travel for beard competitions might just be our next thing.