So what is the look of love?
I am still pondering my last post about the reality show “Age of Love,” which uses the theme song called “Look of Love.”I’ll tell you what the real look of love is, I have been fortunate enough to have experienced it for the past 10 years of my life:
Waking up with rats nest hair and breath like a horse, to your husband’s dimpled smile as he delivers hot coffee and a strawberry smoothie to your bedside table.
Having your husband hold your hair back, as you throw up in a big white plastic bowl, while sitting on the toilet, eight months pregnant with the dreaded flu.
Your husband steamcleaning your daughter’s vomit off the hallway carpet at 3am , as you work to get her calmed down and cleaned up. He then instinctively comes in to help you peel off your wet, puke stained clothing, so he can get everything in the washing machine.
Him understanding, no questions asked, that you have to sleep in your baby son’s room on an army cot, because you are totally paranoid the baby will stop breathing in the middle of the night.
Agreeing you can live with less, so you can be with your children more.
No matter how tired he is, he checks to make sure you are ok before asking to take a break himself.
Him agreeing that when your parents age, they are welcome to come live in our home.
Naps. He lets you take lots of naps.
Now that is beauty,