This morning I had a ‘wow’ moment. To be specific, the moment my wife walked downstairs I thought WOW. She looked AMAZING.
Now don’t get me wrong, my missus always scrubs up to an acceptable level. Better than acceptable. Even when the plan is to just knock around the house or nip to the shops, she looks good. Better than good (just in case she’s reading).
However this morning – WOWZER TROUSER.
SO. What the jiggery pokery is going on? Am I appreciating her more today – I don’t know? Am I waking up to the fact that I have married a handsome woman – I don’t know? All I do know is that this morning her hair seemed to catch the light and fall in such a way, as to be appealing to mine eye. Her make-up – flawless; accentuating her show-stopping eyes and delivering the kind of beautiful skin glow that would steal the breathe of the most seasoned Casanova. Her chosen outfit displayed all the right bits, like a proud peahen, and would have seemed perfectly at home on the front cover of some stylish thirty-something ladies-that-lunch magazine.
As I admired my wife’s beauty, I pondered what I could have done to be the proud recipient of such a glamour puss, on today of all days? Just an ordinary day after all. Nothing special today. A day with the family; Nuncle visiting; bite to eat. Just an ordinary day. A bog standard, run-of-the-mill kind of day. And then I remembered. Today we were taking the children to the Open Day at the local fire station. Today we were mingling with, chatting with, laughing, admiring and marvelling with the firemen. The brave, life-saving, rugged and charismatic firemen.
That is all I have to say about today.