With eyes wide open, I entered into marriage for the second time. I decided that I was going to trust but only to a certain extent. I was going to love but not completely so that it would cause me to experience hurt. I was going to give my heart but keep a certain part behind a wall, for just in case.
But unexpectedly, that all went out the window. I became J's number one cheerleader. Being the number one cheerleader looks like this...
"Babe, I can't believe you opened the bottle of ketchup! You're amazing!"
"You are so wise! I'm amazed at the wisdom you possess. You put words into perspective in a way that I actually get."
"I love that you never fail to let me know just how much I mean to you. You're my Mr. Wonderful."
Recently, J told me that I see him as perfect. He's right - I do. What I mean is that I know he has flaws. He makes plenty of mistakes but what I see is where he is "perfect" for me. It is so easy to tell him thank you for making dinner after he's worked a ten hour shift at work. It's so easy to take for granted that he wants to drive to the coast just because he knows that I need to continue to heal and to relax. It's becoming easier and easier to look past the socks thrown on the floor and shoes left to trip over and see him as "perfect".
Another bonus that comes from being his number one cheerleader is that he walks taller...he's content...he's certain that he is everything that I want in a man and more.
What I have learned is that our men need to know that they matter to us. They need to know that they have captured our hearts like no other man can. They need to hear it, to know it, to feel it, to live it.
The more I tell J that he is wise; he is sexy; and he is mine; the more I know he believes it.
What is it that you love about your man? (Or woman?)
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