He Loves Me

Last night I watched Luke iron a pinstriped dress pant and a white dress shirt with thin yellow lines making a grid across the white.

“You’re ironing?!”

“I have a beautiful lady I’m trying to impress tonight.”

As he layered on his yellow undershirt, freshly pressed button down and finished it off with his chocolate brown Banana Republic sweater I got to work. I obviously couldn’t go out with this handsome man without looking my best.

Is it normal to feel nerves while primping for a date with your husband?

So I slathered on lotions, straightened and styled, brushed and blended colors, and even spritzed on a bit of the perfume I seemed to have forgotten I own once Maddy was born.

As I struggled my way through countless outfits trying to find something suitable to wear he waltzed back into the bathroom for one last thing. A finishing touch.

“Now for the sexiest part of my outfit.”

And then he slipped his slightly scratched and worn wedding ring onto his finger. With a smile at my reflection in the mirror he left the room.

Even with all his primping for our date night, the newly cut hair, ironed clothes and attention to detail I couldn’t help but agree. That ring and everything that goes along with it, love, dedication, willingness to work through the hard times and sail with me through the easy times, is always the sexiest part of his outfit. Be it paint splattered work jeans littered with holes or delicately ironed and planned out dress up clothes.

He loves me.

And I know that I am the luckiest.