I make funny faces when I put on mascara. (And I challenge the world to introduce me to one girl whose mouth doesn't hang open in contortions while she's painting her lashes.)
Robb used to sneak up behind me and mimic my face in the mirror. Then he would put his arms around my waist and watch while I applied the details of my face for the day.
And then he often reminded me that there was really no reason for makeup, that I should only wear it if I wanted to. (But I always wanted to.)
I remembered that today. I can't quite remember his voice, but I remembered that.