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Love is not caring if your head is a mass of unruly hair everywhere except your eyes, nose, and forehead, but getting it all cleaned up anyway because your wife cares a whole lot more than you do.

Love is paying for a haircut for the first time ever because you or your wife usually cut it, but neither of you can do a fade, which is what you need, and she can't learn today.

Love is laughing while your husband goofs off when you demand a picture with his newly groomed self.

Love is tearing up as you say goodbye at his first departure in another season of mostly living apart.