I do. I love him. I love him when I do his laundry, or love on his babies, or homeschool (even when the little dears are spending more time argueing than learning). You get the point.
I think so often as ladies we get so entangled with being loved, adored, treated like a queen, that we forget the way we got our darling's affection in the first place. We got his attention by being pretty, pleasant and peaceable.
With these things in mind, I will make the bed (I detest bedmaking). I will make cookies for has bedtime snack. I will resist the urge to eat all those cookies myself because I am working on being prettier myself. He is the reason I gussy-it-up daily and never wear sweatpants. =)
You're my hero. And may I never wear sweatpants.
ReplyDeleteLol! Thanks Lizzy!
ReplyDeleteVery sweet. And you love him even when he makes you mad. :)
ReplyDeleteSheri