Sometimes my hubby just gets it right.
He'll say something, completely out of left field, that practically takes my breath away.
Last night, as we were teasing each other and acting like the 12-year-olds that do live within us, and I think I was going on and on about how tired and haggard I looked and felt (but making it sound very funny at the same time) when Daryl blurted out with, "I think you're gorgeous!"
Here I was, expecting something totally different--something most likely bratty about how I did look tired, and I was ready with a snappy come-back--left with my mouth hanging wide open. I quickly closed it and a huge, dopey grin took over my face.
"I mean it, you know. I think you're gorgeous." He said seriously, with his back to me as he continued to sand the walls in the nursery.
I am not one who is good at accepting compliments...especially genuine ones. It has taken me years to not stutter and turn red and try to deflect the comment off by making some sarcastic reply. And I've gotten better at it.
All I could say to my Big D, as I watched him sanding, sanding diligently away in our baby son's nursery was "Thank you, honey." And then I quickly moved on to some other conversation.
But inside all I could think of was, "God I love this man."
So, Big D, I know you'll be reading this. I just want to say thank you for you, thank you for all you do and for making me feel beautiful on a regular basis...and....
I LOVE YOU, TO PIECES!!!
Oh...and I think you're gorgeous, too. :-)