The last day of leave is always a hard one for us. A little because I have become lazy having another set of hands around all day long. A little because it means getting back into the school routine. A LOT because it means my hubby has to shave his beard back off.
For all our civilian marriage my hubby sported a beard. In fact, during our undergrad years folks thought for sure there were decades of age difference between us. We both enjoy his beard and it is always a very drastic and strange transformation when he shaves off his facial hair and gets his military hair cut. When he walked up to me in the commissary Sunday, I just started laughing.