Wedding gowns to weekend grubbies

I like to look at a photograph of my wife in her wedding dress.
Oh, boy. Let me tell you. I never get tired of that image. Looking at it, I go back over every detail about the way she looked on our wedding day. That memory is a well from which I enjoy drinking almost daily.
As much as that wedding picture means to me and as much as I think about it, there is an image of my wife that means a hundred times more.
It is the way she looks at the end of the day or when she first gets up in the morning. It’s when she’s in what she calls her “grubbies.”
When I see my wife in her grubbies, I have two thoughts:
I am jealous. It’s not fair that her beauty is so natural that she can look so good when she’s not even trying. It takes me great effort and time just to get presentable for the public. All she has to do is roll out of bed.
I’m the only one in the world who gets to see her like...





