How to Remain Sexy: Part..I forget
Thanks to Reyna Elena’s post I remembered that I used to do posts on How To Remain Sexy. Yabang ko no? Heheh. It brings back memories for when my husband and I were just a couple and there was no child in our midst. It was definitely easier to be sexy then. What about now? I still try. I see too many moms both back in Texas and (especially) here in California looking hot and being followed by any number of kids to have an excuse for not at least TRYING.
So I wear my boots over my skinny jeans. I try to keep fit by working out several times a week. I am choosy in my tops. I don’t let what’s in fashion dictate what I wear necessarily because most of what’s in fashion are for those taller and slimmer than me. I’m kind of a muscular, 5′3 chick, with wide hips to boot to there are things that look good on me, and there are things that don’t.
Is the amorous side of my relationship with my husband still the same? No, of course not. It’s got a more practical tinge to it, with almost none of the giddiness our relationship had in its first year. He’s seen me screech, holler..in short, he’s seen my ugly side in almost 7 years of being married (10 years of being together). It’s really hard to look at your spouse the same way when they’ve seen you in a hospital gown, with unwashed hair and face, postpartum, shuffling to the bathroom after your catheter’s been removed. Or when you’ve seen them…wait, there’s really no comparison to that first one. He really should carry the next baby.
Even with all that we’ve gone through, last Friday’s date night still felt good. It’s two married people out on a date night versus a couple in the first throes of love, and all the difference that entails. Our conversation brought up the past, we were high on the fact that we were out on a Friday night, we had wine. And yet in the back of our head we were wondering about Mina, our 2 year old, hoping she’s ok because we left her with a slight cold. And we knew that coming home meant we’d be taking care of said sick child and there wasn’t a promise of anything amorous beyond what we were enjoying at that particular moment.
The couple in their first throes of love would be thinking only of themselves, and what lay ahead that evening. And I’ve had that, and now I have this, and that is more than fine with me. Because when Mina was put to bed that night, she held my hand as she fell asleep, and behind me I could hear my husband’s even breathing as he succumbed to slumber. And I felt happy, and satisfied.
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