So, there I was, laying across our king-sized bed. My feet were dangling off the edge where my husband was kneeling in the perfect proposal position. He was wearing some nice fitting jeans…you know the kind;not so tight it makes you question his sexuality but fitted enough to accentuate his muscular rump. He was shirtless, which is a positive thing as he’s quite fit, and his Catholic baubles nestled in his thick (but not too thick) chest hair.His pecks and muscular arms flexed ever so slightly as he gently massaged my cracked, calloused and tired feet with Vicks.
Yes….Vicks. I was laid up with bronchitis or laryngitis or something that I assure you was unpleasant and worthy of such pampering. This, after insisting I lay in bed all day while he took care of the kids, made a fantastic dinner and cleaned up the house. Here he was at the end of the day massaging MY feet.
He did this and kept staring at me…lovingly, with his piercing blue eyes as if my sloppy un-showered sickly (and did I mention PREGNANT) mess of a woman was all he wanted…all he desired.
I began to laugh…he asked what was so funny? I said, I MUST be dreaming…I mean I AM dreaming, RIGHT? Here I am, lounging in bed while my sweet, handsome, shirtless, Firefighter husband massages my gross worn out feet with Vicks. Seriously…don’t pinch me. This is way too good.
I wanted to share this snippet of my life…our lives. I’m not trying to brag (well maybe a little), I’m showing all you single/unhappy ladies out there that these kinds of men really do exist. They’re not in the fairytales. These are real, flawed but beautiful men just looking for you too. So many of us give up or give in to contentment but that’s NO way to live.
Be patient. Have Faith. Our life isn’t perfect. We have our faults, tiffs and snares…but we are partners. We are each other’s caregivers and I couldn’t be more grateful!
