I like beards. I always have. I was the teenage girl who didn’t say “eww…no!” when the question of whether “beards were attractive or not?” came up. I now realize why. Why I have an affinity for facial hair on men.
I associate beards with honorable men. What does this have to do with David Foster, you ask? He doesn’t have a beard, you’re thinking. Well, don’t fret; I’m going to tell you.
I had a lovely evening on Sunday with my Uncle Jon. He had bought tickets for us to see David Foster and friends at GM place for my birthday. A very generous birthday present, as usual, from my godparents. We had an awesome time! Great conversations, dinner at West (a high-end restaurant on Granville street) where he selected and ordered wine to perfectly compliment our courses… very impressive. We had great seats close to the stage, we danced and clapped and shared awe struck faces at the talent we witnessed. So much fun! We got up in the next morning and went to Granville Island where we had a coffee and a muffin then went shopping for gourmet chocolate and fine wine. It was a blast and he was, as usual, a gentleman. The kind of gentleman my father is. The kind of gentleman you definitely don’t come across every day.
Then, It dawned on me. As I looked at his white bearded face… this is why I like beards. I associate them with the noble, astute, funny, genuine gentleman I grew up around… my Uncle and my Dad.
Both of them… Bearded
Then I got to thinking about my brothers. Maybe thats why they both grow a beard more often than not? Maybe, subconciously, they associate these traits with beards, as well. It made me realize again how your upbringing and who you are surrounded by is so important, and how blessed I was in that way. Have you heard that wonderful song by John Mayer “Fathers be good to your daughters…
My Prince Charming doesn’t have to don a beard, but he has treat me as well and care for me as much as these two men have my whole life. Four men, if you count my brothers.
Yes, a genuine gentlemen. I grew up surrounded by them and i don’t have any interest in changing that good fortune. High standards? Maybe, but, i’ll keep shooting for the moon and I might just land among the stars.