In this first week that Jeff has been officially been home, I haven't gotten to see him all that much. Bummer. I have been really busy with work and I also have a huge test today. He is also usually in bed at 9:00 p.m. while I linger around until 10:30 p.m.
But, one thing I've noticed I have been doing is trying to dress up a little bit more. Pretty much every morning before I have left for work I've pranced in front of Jeff asking him how I look.
His answer is very male and always the same, "Fine."
Which of course makes me think I don't look okay or maybe I look odd in what I'm wearing and I usually end up changing something.
But, today, jean day at work, I again pranced in front of him wearing my cute skinny jeans I got from my parents for my birthday and just a regular print shirt from Target. Nothing overly special and yet oh, so comfortable.
"How do I look?" I asked- obviously still so hungry for his male attention that I asked it for the 5th time this week.
"You look wonderful," Jeff said today. "Very sexy."
Really...? Why the change in answer?
I thought about it on my way to work and came to this wonderful conclusion.
Jeff likes me whether I'm gussied up or dressed down. He likes me with make up and without makeup. He likes me when I haven't had time to shower because our child has been vomiting and he likes it when I'm sparkly clean.
He likes me no matter what, but he especially likes me when I'm not trying to impress him and just naturally dress and look the way I would around him (minus the sweatpants GOOD GOD I LOVE THOSE THINGS!) on any normal day.
He loves me. And I love him.
It's good to have him home.