Last night I was at K's house with the kids. Her and AJ were out for dinner. My older boys were playing X-box in the other room and I was watching "WipeOut" with my younger kids.
T was with his family. He has finished work and they all go the church together on Saturday evenings. After church he sent me a text.
"Hi honey! I'm home!"
Oh, if he only knew how much I long to hear him say that for real when "home" for us is the same place.
Anyway, as I sat there with the kids, I thought about the previous Wednesday night when T had come to my house to spend the night. We went out for dinner and when we returned to my house, he went up stairs to take a shower. I had washed the sheets on my bed and I had to get them out the dryer.
When I got upstairs he had finished his shower. He was standing naked at the sink brushing his teeth (Yes, he keeps a toothbrush at my house.) T looks a lot like this guy, so I could not help but stop and stare. Taking in the beauty of his body.
What made that a meaningful moment for me was not the naked man hanging out in my bathroom. It was the feeling that, at that moment, everything was as it should be. Everyone was where they belonged. My love was with me. We were not doing anything extraordinary, but for me it was magic.
I mean, let's face it. Most couples who live together are not having sex all the time. They are doing regular things that make life happen. Even most of the time when they are naked, they are engaged in personal grooming, not sex. Just like here. He was cleaning up from his day at work. I was making the bed.
It was all very normal.
It was all very ordinary.
But for me...
...it was extraordinary.
It was wonderful.
It was magic.
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