For the entire month of December, to make it easier on myself, I grew a beard. It was unruly and crazy looking, and shockingly salt and pepper on my youthful face. I liked it, but I it aged me at least 10-15 years. My wife never commented on it, and when asked if she liked it, she would always reply "I like YOU." The other night while she was out, I shaved it off. When she got home she stared at me sadly and said "Awww....I loved that beard. Why did you do that??" Needless to say, I'm done trying to figure her out.