I have so many flaws. Sometimes I forget. I don’t forget that I HAVE flaws, but I forget that my husband sees them on a regular basis. Especially when I grow so comfortable just being myself in our home and marriage.
I forget that he sees me at my worst. My worst physically and my worst emotionally. I forget that I don’t hide the things that I hid when we were dating. He sees me do all of the daily mundane things that aren’t so pretty. And he hears me venting to him about my feelings and what has transpired in my relationships.