This may sound super lame, but my husband thinks I’m gorgeous. It’s a fact. Not only does he tell me this but it’s very evident physically.
I went to his work this weekend to bring him some lunch and was wearing my hair down (a rarity these days), some big old sunglasses, and some old t-shirt and gym shorts. He did a double take and then went back to helping his customers. He called me later that afternoon to tell me that when he saw me he didn’t realize it was me and thought “That woman is beautiful.” He then realized it was me and said he was so lucky he snagged me. And I am currently nine months pregnant to boot.
These are the moments I cling to when times are hard.