One of the greatest blessings that I have is my husband and his love for me. He has helped me with my self-esteem more than anything. Knowing he loves me and wants to be intimate even if I look frumpy or was mad at him earlier. He loves me when he comes home from a long day at work and I’m frustrated that he forgot some silly thing that is not really important. He loves me when I’m to tired to pick up our daughter and I playing all day and the house is a mess and dinner was never made. He loves me when I am too tired to cuddle or too busy with homework to pay attention to him other than a quick hug and kiss when he comes home. He is my refuge from the media, the ones that helps me realize that I don’t have to look or be prefect. He loves me unconditionally, that love that you always strive for and when you find it, it seams help heal some wounds that have been bleeding.
