As I wrote about yesterday, I’m coming off a bad body image week. So when we woke up early this morning to make love, his obvious delight in looking at me touched my heart deeply.
Afterward, as I was reclining naked and he was up and looking through his closet for clothes for church, he glanced at me and commented that I reminded him of Rose in Titanic: “Draw me like one of your French girls.”
So I said, “Can you draw?” (How can I be married to this man and not even know?) “Can you draw me like one of the French girls?”
And that’s exactly what he did.
No matter how I see myself, it’s clear that my husband sees me as absolutely gorgeous. And he’s a boob man.
Image credit | Big Guy