So you already know that one of my bad habits is buying shoes that I am in love with, but the truth is that I love to shop for everything, not just shoes. I am a shopper. There, I said it. It's the thing my husband likes least about me. I love shiny and new, and the fact that my clothes won't fit into my closet (my cup runneth over) is a sign that I probably have too many.
As much as I get excited about new stuff, I have one pair of jeans that I wear all the time. I love them. They are comfortable and have probably been worn a few too many times. But they fit better than any other pair of jeans, so regardless of the fact that they look "loved", I continue to wear them and will choose them over even my new stuff.
There's nothing like a good pair of jeans that fit, that feel right, that have been worn-in, and that feel plain comfy. I don't think there is a better feeling than comfy. Just plop-down-on-the-sofa, hang-out-and-be-yourself, not-having-to-suck-in-the-belly-to-look-skinnier kind of comfy. Can I get an amen?
Chris and I have been married for 12 years, and it has been 12 years of favorite-blue-jean kind of comfy. It's easy being with him. I would say it's the easiest part of my life. Even when I haven't brushed my teeth in the morning, he wants to kiss me. When I've had a frustrating day, he understands. When I need a sounding board, he listens. He cheers the loudest when I attempt something new. He understands that I need time with girlfriends. He puts up with my moods. We have debates but rarely fight. We laugh a lot. I know he would rip the heart out of his chest if he thought I needed it more than him.
We're complete opposites, and we're okay with that. Somehow it just works.
Happy Valentine's Day, Chris. I love how comfy we are. I love that we fit well together. When it comes to love, I don't need shiny and new, because I think we've got a good thing going. A good thing that's going to last a long, long time.
Will you be mine?