Behold, the first photograph I ever saw of my future husband, in March 2005:
I spent a good 20 minutes on the phone with Ale when I saw this, his second post ever, trying to determine if he would be cute without the six powdered donettes in his mouth all at once. Also, I came to the conclusion that he he has the softest hair in America. He didn't see a photo of me for another three months.
Here we are, six years later. The guy still likes his powdered mini doughnuts, but not all at the same time.
He could only get five in there at once, and Madelyn and I are pretty sure that he was chewing and swallowing some. He's still got the softest hair in America*, though, it's just a little longer.
*That's just a visual estimation. I don't go around touching random people's hair.