ode to the beard.

Oh, Todd's Beard.  You have reached truly Nordic proportions.

I would like to document your grandeur before you bid us a partial and temporary farewell.

I call this one, "Old Timey Wrestler With Beard":

I call this one, "I Want YOU (To Stand Awestruck)":

I call this one, "This Chest Is Almost As Beefy As This Beard, But Only Almost":

I call this one, "Todd Van Voorst: Theologian, Reformer, Claims Adjuster, Master of Fate, Grower of Beard":

Goodbye, big fella.  You will be missed, though Penelope is already begging to carry your remains around in a Jar of Remembrance, so perhaps I will end up simply wishing for the opportunity to miss you when I find you sitting on my kitchen counter during dinner prep.