Even as a young woman/teenager I was never attracted to a pretty face. Good looks are a dime a dozen.
When I first met my husband I thought he was a neanderthal and an idiot. I had no interest in him. He swore way too much.
We were in the same group and I finally had the opportunity to get to know him. Very quickly, I realized that I’d misjudged him and began to see him for the wonderful person that he is. Once I saw the inner beauty, I allowed myself to be swayed by the exterior and, to me, he truly is the most attractive man that I know.
But when I look at him, I don’t see the wrinkles. I see the man who sat by my bedside, unmoving, for 18 hours straight after I had surgery. I see the wonderful father. I see the humble strength of a man who never brags, but simply gives 100% to everything that he does.
Today is our 21st anniversary and I am so grateful to be married to this beautiful man. Yes, in my eyes, he’s an eleven! :-)
That’s simply beautiful.
:)