The "Stache"

When I was little, my grandpa had a mustache; and whenever my family would go to visit he would snatch me up and give me lots of kisses on the cheek. I would giggle and laugh because the mustache would tickle my face. I loved this ritual and fondly referred to it as the "nash nash" (my child-like version of "mustache"). 
My grandpa died when I was eleven and I haven't felt that funny feeling of facial hair until it was reincarnated in my husband.
While journeying through the jungles of Belize Aaron's facial hair grew quite a bit, and when school started he just couldn't say goodbye to the last little bit of facial hair...

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