Tell me what you thought the first moment you saw me. Perhaps I was still floating around in movie-land... where couples stare longingly into one another's eyes and have perfect moments of euphoria.
mmmmmmm.... He rolls over and looks at me. I think he realizes the deep desire for me to feel loved.
You were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. He means it, I'm sure. I decide not to question him on it.
What about now? With my c-section tummy and banana smeared clothing? Surely that isn't the most beautiful thing he's seen.
He knows I compare myself. He knows I worry that we are losing our spark. He knows. And he cares.
He pulls me tighter. Even with all your flaws.
Uh oh. He said the word "flaws". I thought a husband isn't supposed to see those. But he does. They are just as obvious to him as they are to me. The difference is he LOVES me despite them. I DESPISE them about me.
My flaws? What are they? I just put him in an uncomfortable situation, but he doesn't miss a beat.
You're too perfect. You love the kids too much. You sometimes are too busy to notice me. {ouch... this one is true.} But the biggest flaw?
You don't realize how much I love you.
It was a movie moment. It could have been taken right out of When Harry Meets Sally or The Notebook. I'm sure of it.
I've always heard that you can't expect the movie-type relationship in your own marriage. I think this is true, and I often avoid "chic flicks" so as not to put expectations on my husband to meet some magical Hollywood standard.
But, what is wrong with making movie moments in my marriage? {how's that for alliteration?}
I'm committed to looking for and grasping the movie moments. Because they are there. And if they aren't there, then I will manufacture them. For that spark. Then probably write about them on here {you can gag now if you wish}.
