.... To Be Loved....

SO.... I've been kind of an emotional wreck lately.

Lots going on. Both good and bad.

And it ALL came to a head on Thursday.

In Ken's truck.

Someone on the phone said something mean about me.

Really mean.

Hurtful.

And I know in my head that she said it just to hurt me.

She got the reaction she wanted.

But I took it badly.

Took it out on Ken.

It wasn't very pretty.

But he took it like a man.

Held me while I had my three days of insanity.

And stuck with me through a rough time.

Gave me space when I thought I needed it.

Gave me hugs when he KNEW I needed it.

AND..... took me shopping!!!!

I've been hitting the gym pretty hard lately.

Doing the "Couch to 10K" app on my iPod.

Love it:)

So Ken bought me some new shoes.

My old Nikes got me through the first 40 pounds of

my weight loss journey this past year.

Now I have some new shoes to get me through the next phase!!

But in the meantime, he wanted me to feel good about who I am NOW.

So he took me shopping for all of the things girls love.

$350 worth of clothes from the mall. Yes, I KNOW I need to branch out from all black.

But baby steps here, ok?

A new makeup bag. The CUTEST one EVER!!! I wasn't even there when he got that. Chose it himself:) Yay!

My all-time FAVE perfume.

Some from Bath-n-Body, so I don't use the whole bottle of good stuff in a week.

Jenny Phillips CD. Jewelry. Butterfly jewelry box.

Naked Bee lotion. My favorite. Forgot to put it in the picture.

Lunch at Red Robin because he made me promise to go off of my hunger strike.

And here it is. Sometimes I just don't know how to let him love me. We girls get it in our heads that we're not worth loving unless we weigh 100 pounds, are never in a bad mood, cook perfect meals and keep a perfectly clean house. How great would it be if we just sat back and saw ourselves the way they see us? He loves me because I love him. He loves me because I'm smart and funny and I strive to be a good person. He loves me because I am a good Mom and a good wife and we enjoy spending time together. I can't cook. But he can. I don't weigh 100 pounds. But he loves me anyway. I'm not always in a good mood. But he sticks with me through good and bad. Just like he promised to do when he married me. I think, for now, I'm just going to believe the things he tells me. That I'm beautiful and that he loves me for exactly who I am. And maybe I'll even start to believe it.