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Seven is the magic number

I have heard if you make it past the first seven years in a marriage you know you can make it a life time.  Personally I always thought that was a long time to learn if you can live with someone.  My husband and I had to take the fast track, God already knew we were soul mates, so He wasn’t going waste any time. Right away our family got started, by surprise, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.


Here we go, seven reasons for seven days. Number one my husband’s smile is infecticous. I know all laughs are contagious, but even my husband’s smile makes me smile. In his every smile there is so much love and happiness. This is one of the many reasons it did not take me seven years to work out the idea of spending a life time with this man.
   Touch is one of the top senses to me, probably top two. The first time he hugged me, I knew I had to have more. When his skin touches my skin I am on cloud nine. Physical touch is not one of my top love languages, but when he touches me my skin sings out in happiness. Now before things get weird, I am going to move onto number three.
   I am a brown eyed woman in a family of people with blues, I have brown hair in a world that puts blondes on a soap box. When those blue eyes glanced my way and he smiled at me, I knew. So now when my husband wants something, he just uses his smarm. As I know it, he just smiles and flashes his eyes. You will never find this girl complaining though, his eyes melt my butter.
  Fantastic number four, he gets pedicures with me. Whenever I can get them, he is more than happy to get one with me, which I am super grateful for. This woman can not stand nasty feet, I do not mind feet on the whole, but please keep them sweet.  I have mentioned that my dear spouse has a wonderful sense of humor, this also comes to play when he has to laugh at my jokes. Trust me

“has to laugh” is an understatement, I make terrible jokes. The kind of corney ones that when you say them, you kind of wonder how your brain thought it was funny.
   Final two, he has gotten to the point he shops with me. When I met him, he was the ultimate home body. Just as it takes time for a flower to bloom, so it has come to fruition a season of social blooming for my husband. I don’t know if I should compare my husband to a flower blossom, my blog my choices right? Anyways, let us end on a high note. This man’s hair is just down right unfair. It is golden with natural high lights, soft, full, and looks perfect first thing in the morning. Personally, I think it is unfair that a man has hair like this, but God’s choice right. Well at least it is in my life, and  the beautiful soul that is underneath those amazing locks.   I hope you have enjoyed this odd journey of my appreacitaion for the physical appreance of my husband. 


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