Your man wants you. He wants every inch of you. He wants to love on your body and hold your hand and nuzzle your neck and grab you close.
You know what else he wants? He wants you to want him!
He wants you to love on his body and hold his hand and nuzzle his neck and grab him close.
Just like you wish your man would appreciate and respect you, he’s dying for you to appreciate and respect him.
He’s longing for you to say, “You are a good man – and I’m so glad I married you.”
He’s wishing you’d say, “I’m dying for you to put those manly hands all over me and make me feel 25 again.”
He’s dreaming you’d say, “When we put the kids down tonight – we’re getting naked and “watching a movie”.” (Notice I said “watching a movie“.)
Our men need us desperately. They need to know they are needed, and appreciated, and that without them our lives wouldn’t be the same.
I told my man jokingly the other day, “I think you guys are perpetually 15: you just need to know we think you’re really hot, that you’re really good at stuff, and that we think about you all the time.”
“Yep,” he said. “We are pretty simple.”
Why am I saying all this? Because life is hard… and, as a mom and a wife and a friend, it’s really easy for me to get wrapped up in ‘my’ stuff: what I need, and what I want, and what I wish he’d do or not do. (I’m also saying it because we can get all wrapped up into good food and eating well… but then we forget that what really feeds our spirit is LOVE!)
But it’s not about me… it’s about US… and, most importantly, it’s about my kids.
The kind of wife I am to my man is speaking volumes to my girls about the type of wives they should be someday. So, with this in mind, I LOVE MY MAN.
I love him unconditionally.
I love him when it’s easy… but I love him when it hard, too. (Because what good is it to love only the lovable? Anyone can love who is lovable… but the greatest love is shown when we love the unlovable.)
I love him through my tone, through my words, through my time.
I love him by taking care of my body and my mind… and by remembering that just because I’m a mom doesn’t mean I need to be ‘a mom’. He married a woman – and a woman I shall be!
Am I perfect? Of course not. None of us will ever be perfect.
BUT, what I never let myself forget is that little eyes are watching our love affair. Little eyes are learning from our example what love looks like; little ears are hearing through our tone and our words what love sounds like. Our love affair is the first one they will ever know… and will be what they take into the world as the standard.
Can I just encourage you today that, if you are struggling with your man, take a minute and remember why you married him.
Remember the tingles you felt when he’d call you.
Remember what your first kiss was like.
Remember the excitement of your wedding day and how you never wanted to be apart.
Remember the woman you were when you married him – and how you captivated him with your smile and your touch and your warmth.
Remember how it felt to be in love… and then – choose to love him. And, keep loving him. One day at a time, one word at a time, one moment at a time.