April 03, 2003

Gorgeous

Every morning, at some point in my getting ready routine, I end up naked in front of the dresser mirror. Every morning, I make some sort of remark about how big my belly is getting, or how my stretch marks seem to be expanding, or how weird it feels to be shaped this way.

Every morning, my husband just fixes me with a look of complete love and devotion as I go through this spiel and then tells me that I am absolutely gorgeous -- and means it. And every morning, I then thank God for blessing me with such a loving and devoted husband. I can't even imagine anyone else I would rather have babies with.

Posted by Dineen at April 3, 2003 07:19 PM
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I can't imagine you having babies with anyone else, either.

Whew.

Posted by: Mike on April 3, 2003 08:31 PM
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