All Over Again?
The other day I asked my spouse if he would marry me all over again. He said “of course”. Really? In spite of the missing toenails? In spite of me sometimes forgetting to take the sweaty sports bras and wet running shoes out of the car on a hot day? How bout if I forget for two or three days? What about the body insecurity? What about the post run breakdowns that may or may not lead straight to Taco Bell?
“Yes.” he says. He’ll take me, warts and all. I have chosen wisely.