My Heart Belongs to Magnum

I have loved, and will always love Tom Selleck.

My attraction of Tom, isn't rational, nor is it shared by many people. But I don't care. There is something down right holy about him. I am undone by his wavy hair. (I mean how many 62 year olds have all their hair?) I am hypnotized by his dimples. And more than anything, I cannot resist his mustache.

He has more dependability in one follicle of his 'stache than most men have in their whole bodies. His mustache is always there. It's always trimmed. And it's always gives me hope, that in this crazy mixed up world, there is something (someone) that will never change.

I recently decided to name his mustache "Craig." Here is a haiku about Craig that best expresses what "he" has meant to me over the years:

Hair, doves, shaving cream.
Whiskers, tickle and tease me.
You make sense of us.

I know that Tom and Craig won't be around forever. So I am going to enjoy them while I can. I want to be able to tell my children, and my children's children, that I took time out to recognize and honor one of God's angels for always being there for me.