I Must Be Crazy....This morning as my husband of 25 years was toweling off after a shower, getting ready for work, I suddenly noticed something about him. Something I honestly hadn't paid very much attention to in some time. We recently celebrated our 25th Wedding Anniversary, so I imagine we are as familiar with one anothers bodies as we can be by now. That said, we have both changed a great deal in 25 years. He has a bit of a belly and my hair isn't as natural as it once was. Neither one of us is as firm or as smooth as we once were, time has left it's mark, we are not "kids" anymore.
As I watched him from across the room, playfully flexing his muscles at me, I laughed at him and pretended to whistle (it was the best I could do, I can't whistle to save my life!) There was a few minutes of flirtatious banter and then he began focusing on the job at hand, getting dressed for work. He wasn't aware that I was still watching him, as he turned his back to me and began to get dressed. I gazed rather lustfully at his tall, imposing physique. I couldn't help ogling his magnificent body, his chest and his back were so strong and sinewy....those shoulders that I have so often rubbed and caressed were so muscular and deliciously ripped. His years of playing basketball had made his thigh muscles quite pronounced and well defined. (We had actually met at a church sponsored Basketball game some 28 years earlier.)
Despite all of the ups and downs of our relationship, I am still just as enamored by this man as I was 28 years ago when I first met him. Of course, I have discovered many things about him that are less than perfect, but that intangible something that causes people to be inexplicabley drawn to one another is still very much alive and well. Those butterflies are still in my stomach when he walks into the room, there is still that blush of excitement when he calls and asks for me.
I confess, I am still hopelessly in love with my husband. ♥