There are times when I really let Satan get my self image down.  I don’t intend to let him in, but somehow, I guess he finds a loophole.  He must be very good at squirming in, too.   I look at myself in the mirror and think, what in the world does he see in me?  The world glorifies skinny, pretty young women, and I look at the pear shape in the mirror and sigh, but then I hear God say, “He likes pears.”   🙂

My husband, to his credit, does an amazing job of making me feel loved and wanted.   Besides the obvious physical signs that he needs me, I am noticing more often than I used to that he flavors his speech about me…. most recently, he refers to me as “his bride”.   He can’t keep his hands off me, and I am finding out more and more lately, that there are places that his hands go that I really like.  All of the sudden, him running his hands through my hair makes me feel amazing.  It brings on very strong feelings I haven’t felt in awhile.  Running his  hands, not his fingertips, across my skin is very erogenous.    I love hands on skin contact.   He is doing that more often without me having to ask.

All this to say,  when I look in the mirror now, God allows me to see what my husband finds so attractive in me.  Yes, he does like pears.