>It happens every once and awhile…and today, I sit here ~ reporting to you from the front lines of the battle grounds.
It’s really not that I usually spend my time thinking how wonderful I look…because, believe you me, that is so far from the truth….but, I can say I am usually pretty even-tempered about my looks. I am neither hot nor cold…just avoidant of mass quantities of mirror time.
But I have had two of what I like to call “ugly days” in a row.
Days in which the hair is just…well…odd.
…in which every outfit just seems to hang a little off-kilter.
Days in which I catch a glimpse of my relfection and I stop to stare ~ trying to decide just when it was a I fell apart…
…when the skin lost its youthful glow.
I am sure I am not alone…and I am also sure that most of you will take a look at a pic of me and say “Girl you are silly” because that is what we girlfriends do! (But I can tell you that none of the pics on this blog were taken on such a day…cuz that is what we girls do!!)
So my mind’s focused on my “uglies”…and then I sit here, at the end of yet another “Oh. My. Gosh.” day and realize that on my two lowest days, my husband has gone out of his way to tell me how beautiful I am.
I realize that I have never once told him what I am thinking about myself over the last 48 hours…and yet he has gone out of his way to spend as much time as he can with me.