6.02.2014

Dance with me

Last night, after Ben and I finished up watching our junk tv, I went to bed.  Just as I got underneath the covers, Ben came up to me, stretched out his hand, and said, "Come on.  Let's dance."  It turns out that there was a version of a Frank Sinatra song playing that Ben thinks is great.  So, we danced, as "te amo" rang over the television.  You see, Ben and I aren't terribly romantic.  In fact, we aren't really romantic at all.  But, we are very much in love.  In that moment, I felt like we were just newly married.

The truth is that, although we are still young, time has passed, and things have changed.  I'm not super frumpy or anything, but I look in the mirror and see that I look tired, have put on more than a few pounds, and more often than not am wearing no make-up and a pony-tail.  But, as we danced last night, and I felt Ben's cheek pressed against my temple, I realized that he loves me, even though my looks have changed.  Actually, he loves me, especially because my looks have changed.  You see, I look tired, because I was up all night with the baby or working at the hospital.  I am hanging onto a few pounds despite exercising, because my body has been through a few pregnancies.  And, usually I don't have time to do my make-up and hair, because I spend that time getting my children dressed and ready for the day instead.

We aren't newly married anymore, but we are only a few years into this journey.  And, it is already oh so good.  So, thanks, Ben, for loving my pony-tail self and thanks for the dance.

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