Reflections on a bald head

I always knew that eventually I would be married to a bald man. Genetics are inevitable and it is only a matter of time before Randy follows in his grandfather's steps and loses his hair. However I didn't think it would be in our 20s.
Ever since I have known him, Randy has wanted to shave his head. One would think that years of having the ever present buzz cut as a child, would deter this wish, but alas! No. However, there was always a reason not to shave his head completely, job interviews, fundraising, his wife's grimace. (I think I might have said something like "sure, shave your head, when I shave mine")

But the time finally came. Here we are in a new city, a new culture and a new country. Fashions are different here. Clothes are more fitted and made to be as cool as possible. We are trying to adjust to the culture and dress more Brazilian. So with all this change anyway, I figure, what the heck, encourage him to fulfill his life long dream and shave his head. After all isn't that what a wife does, support her husband and encourage him to reach his dreams. So after a process of gradually buzzing his hair shorter and shorter so the scalp could get some sun, last weekend he pulled out the razor and went for it.

And now I am indeed married to a bald man. Randy feels cool. He is thinking about growing out his beard. It is indeed a fun thing to see how different you can look than they way you always have.

How long will I be married to a bald man. Until he gets tired of shaving his entire head every day or every other day.

So for now I have had a glimps of the future and had to purchase a little more sunblock.