Yesterday I shared the unabridged version of our Christmas in Savannah. Today I will dazzle you with what is one of my family's strangest and most humorous holiday traditions. Each year starting at Thanksgiving, Honey (as I affectionately refer to my husband) trades in his handsome, clean shaven Southern mama's boy look to become the mountain man he secretly always thought he'd become "when he grew up." In other words, he grows a beard.
Followed by this...
Which leads up to this...
And finally culminates in the return of the man I know and love...
Welcome back Honey! xoxo
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