When my husband and I first started dating, I spent hours dolling myself up in the mirror. I wanted my hair to look just right, my lipstick the perfect shade, whatever it took to see his eyes light up and hear him say, “You’re beautiful.”
Now, sixteen years later, my hair’s streaked with gray, laugh lines fan from my eyes, and it’s harder to find clothing to compliment my not so complimenting figure, and I’m thankful for ‘till death do we part. I’m thankful that even when I’m at my worst, lying on the couch with hair frizzed out and nose swollen red with the flu, my husband still looks at me with fire in his eyes and says, “You’re beautiful.”
Because over the years, we’ve learned that beauty extends far beyond the exterior, heightened by a love that penetrates so deep, no amount of wrinkles, bald heads, pot-bellies, or gray hair, can distinguish the passion we have for one another.
But most importantly, I’m thankful for my Bridegroom who holds my husband and I together and shows us, through His death on the cross, what it truly means to love with passion.
Jennifer Slattery is a freelance writer and publicist living in the Midwest with her Romeo of sixteen years and their fourteen year old daughter. She writes for Christ to the World Ministries, Samie Sisters, the Internet Café Devotions, and the Christian Pulse and is the marketing manager for the literary website, Clash of the Titles. Her writing has received numerous commendations and appeared in numerous publications. You can find out more about her and her writing by visiting her devotional blog, Jennifer Slattery Lives Out Loud.