He has this bit of gray that mingles in the hair around his ears, and his goatee is sprinkled with many colors: red, brown, gray, white. It makes him look older than he is, but it fits him. When he smiles, his dimples become massive indentations that frame his face when you look at him straight on, but from the side are inviations to put something (a piece of candy, your finger, a kiss) in them. He has deep lines around his eyes that come from years of finding something to smile about, and then smiling a big, wide, stretching smile that reaches up to shape his eyes into smiles themselves. His eyes are deep blue, at times the color of the Pudget Sound in Seattle, other times a jewel-tone, occasionally hinting at green and gray. When he wears his contacts, he blinks a lot, as if he is constantly thinking and digesting all that you say and do (which he might very well be doing); when he isn't wearing contacts, he has a slight squint all the time that makes him look inquisitive and interested (which he might very well be.) His nose is his father's nose, and when I trace it's ridge, I see him in thirty years, just as his dad is now. And his mouth... so soft. His lips that curve over his teeth into grins and smiles and smirks- his lips that sometimes brush against my cheek, sending a tingle down my back and exciting goosebumps on my arms- his lips are full and smooth, making a mouth that is beautiful, not feminine or weak but rather strong and purposeful. Yes. That face... that is the face I love.