My Poor Husband….

My husband is a trooper. He not only accepts the fact that he will live the rest of his life with my camera in his face, but he even encourages it sometimes.

Last year Brent did Movember and grew a mustache to raise money for prostate cancer. Totally a great cause and Brent grows facial hair like it’s his job…. so his mustache was impressive quickly. Unfortunately for me though, Movember happens in November… which is when my birthday is. (Feel free to send me a birthday card this year!). Last year for my birthday we did a trip to NYC with some friends and Brent’s mustache made a creepy appearance in all the photos. I think his mustache may have been evil because it convinced him to photo bomb a lot of my pictures.

This year Brent didn’t do Movember and decided instead that he wanted to grow a Christmas beard. A beard! I already was not in the fan club for the mustache and he decides to grow a mustache on steroids. The Christmas beard started December 1st and continued to grace our presence until mid January. When he finally decided it was time to say goodbye I insisted we get a photo. Well… that photo turned into many photos and the progressive shaving on his precious beard. My friends, this is what happens when you marry a photographer.

xoxo Brittany