It was one of THOSE mornings… you know the ones I mean, girls. It was one of those mornings when you just wake up feeling ugly and grouchy, for no particular reason. I’d slept so hard that I probably had pillowcase-lines on my face, and my hair was a royal wreck. My husband got up and claimed the shower before I could get into the bathroom to freshen up at all, so I shuffled to the kitchen, in sweatpants and t-shirt, to start making coffee.
Coffee did zero good in humanizing me or chasing away the grumpiness.
My turn in the shower didn’t help much, either.
So I returned to the living room and plopped into an armchair, feeling messy, moody, and unattractive. A few minutes later, in the course of conversation, my husband, for whatever reason, made some passing reference to my makeup.
I said, “I’m not wearing any makeup.”
He said, “Oh. Well, you’re beautiful anyway.”
I said, “I don’t feel very beautiful today.”
He said, “You are to me,” and gently kissed me.
It truly boggles my mind that he can’t tell when I’ve made up my face and when I haven’t. It surprises me every time that he thinks I’m just as pretty without makeup, because I can be so insecure without it. And it never ceases to amaze me that, more than just saying “you’re beautiful,” he can actually make me feel beautiful, with the way he treats me, the way he looks at me, the way he loves me. It is soothing to my insecure soul.
Yes, I love to dress up and put on mascara and look cute and make him go “Wow!” That’s fun, and it’s good for both of us. And on a day-to-day basis, I do my best to look nice when we go to work or run errands or see friends.
But how quietly wonderful it is to know that even if I’m having one of THOSE days, one of those tired, grumpy, messy-hair-and-sweatpants days, my husband accepts me, and still finds me attractive… just because he loves me.
It’s one of the ways he reflects God’s love to me. And I’m so thankful for that gift.