UPDATED: Early in my marriage I realized I married a man who was not fond of writing poetry, engaging in public affection, whispering sweet nothings, writing love notes, or taking photos of his wife.
Searching for recent photos I have taken in my defunct digital camera card, I found this hazy picture of me. Most women would be appalled at the fatty chin and lack of grace in the way a hot, uncomfy summer day was stolen in the frame of a shot. But it made me smile to know I was captured by the man who flutters my heart in non-traditional ways.
I love this shot in all its unabashed, realistic, non-glamorous, husband-loving glory.
I love this marriage, these years where we try less to shape and mold and change each other and enjoy each other for who we are a whole lot more.
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Hrm.
Later, upon further investigation, it appears the camera was actually in the hands of 
NOT MY HUSBAND.
NOT MY HUSBAND.O well. I guess I still love him.
