Unglamorous

After work yesterday I went to the gym. Upon returning home I showered and put on the following outfit:

a) Bronco colored flannel pj bottoms
b) Grey t-shirt with "Arizona" written in red, 2 sizes two big
c) Big clunky brown Ugg slippers (btw, best x-mas gift this year!)
d) and topped this outfit off with a messy pony tail and wet bangs from washing my face in the shower.

I went outside to throw some trash away as someone pulled up to visit a neighbor. I quickly remember thinking, "Look at what I am wearing!". I went inside and got on my computer and as Brian passed by the door, jokingly said, " Wow, you look really hot!". I happened to have a cute picture of us pulled up and my response was, " Look, I really looked cute here!"

Those two instances got me thinking...what happened to those days when I would have NEVER worn anything like this in front of Brian? I always straightened my hair, but now wear it curly more often than not. We planned spectacular dates that lasted long into the nights, filled with delicious cocktails. Now, I shop off the "Less than $9.99" wine rack at the liquor store. We spent $$ effortlessly, and now we are cheap-skates!

BUT, are those things really true life? I've decided they are not. I think those are things of "dating and impressing", not really showing your true colors, not living in reality.

My hair may be curly, but the important things still last like how we still hold hands every night as we lay in bed and watch TV. My Bronco pj's may not be too sexy but I am married to man who saw me in jeans, sweatshirt and a hat and was told me how cute he thought I was. I may drink cheap wine now, but we are still laughing, having good conversation and dreaming about our future. Our date nights are now simply a movie or getting away together, but we are still doing the things the matter... that make a marriage last. My husband still tells me, "I have so much fun with you." We live a real life.

Sure, I should probably replace those cool tall boots that Brian loves ( and were eaten by a foster dog). There are plenty of "should have's", but I also know I wouldn't trade my unglamorous life for anything. Unglamorous apparently equals happiness in my world.