I am a big country music girl. For Easter, the Easter Bunny (aka my darling hubby) bought me a Brad Paisley cd instead of candy. Man that bunny knows me well! Brad Paisley is hands down my favorite country artist. And one line in a song I've heard a million and twenty times brought me to tears last Monday.
"I know she's not perfect but she tries so hard for me
And I thank God that she isn't 'cause how boring would that be"
I thank God that she isn't perfect. Wow. I spend my life trying to achieve perfection and then hear a man say he's glad his wife isn't perfect. Wonder if hubby feels that way about me. Wonder if he likes that I am not perfect. Wonder if my little imperfections are endearing to him.
My husband loves me just the way I am, crazy and all. He loves me when I cry because the scale reads higher and I think I cannot ever be beautiful enough to deserve him. He loves me when I ruin 3 dinners in 1 night. My friends love me exactly how I am. I don't have to be perfect. It would actually make life boring if I were perfect! What a beautiful and comforting thought to end my night on.