It isn’t new clothes that make me feel beautiful, or a face full of make-up, or a salon visit, or a manicure. It’s the way my husband looks at me when I make him laugh. It’s the way he reaches for me as soon as he wakes up. It’s how he takes my hand when we are walking together. It’s the way he asks me questions, trusts me, leans on me, and is always there to catch me when I stumble. It’s the way he makes me feel like the only woman in the room who matters to him, no matter where we are.
He makes me feel beautiful because he is beautiful: honest, loving, strong, loyal, kind, protective, funny, and by far the biggest smartass I have ever met, and I love all of it.
Sweat & Sparkle 