When I first got married I prided myself on always looking good for my new man. The man I hoped I would one day meet, and was lucky enough to find. Then last night before bed I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was in a ponytail on the top of my head. My make up was smudged and practically gone. My oversized, 4 year old t-shirt was hanging off my shoulder and my sweats were pretty unflattering. Ugh, I thought to myself…what has happened to me? 12 years ago when we first met I would never walk around like this. I used to wear cute nighties, would wash my face with only the best beauty products, and didn’t even own a pair of sweats.
Now 12 years and two kids later, plus a full time high pressure job…what has happened to me? This was no excuse, I thought. I need to take control! Then my cuties ran into my room and luckily distracted me from these awful thoughts and visions of myself. We giggled, cuddled and had a brief, goofy dance party. H walked in and joined our silly dance off, and made the kids laugh even harder. Before winding down for bed, feeling and looking sweaty and disheveled, my H adoringly looked at me and looked at our kids and said “Do you guys know how much I love your beautiful mommy? Isn’t she the most beautiful girl in the world?”
At that moment I realized nothing else is this crazy world matters, not what I wear to bed, not how tired I am, not how stressed I was…but 12 years later he still thinks I’m beautiful and he loves me no matter what I wear to bed! Wait until I show up for bed naked next!!