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Oneglanceinthemirrorrevealedthatitwasfarfromthetruth。
Askinnygirlwithmashedhairononesideofherheadandnomakeusmiledbackatme。Icouldfeelmystickymorningbreath。
"Liar。
"Ishotbackwithagrin。
Itwasmyusualresonse。Mymothersfirsthusbandwasnotakindmanandhisverbalandhysicalabuseforcedherandhertwochildrentofindasafelace。Heshoweduonherdoorsteonedaywithroses。Shelethiminandhebeatherwiththoserosesandtookadvantageofher。Ninemonthslatershegavebirthtoa9lb。13oz。babygirl—me。
Theharshwordsweheardgrowingutookroot。Ihadtroubleseeingmyselfassomeoneofvalue。IhadbeenmarriedtwoyearswhenIsurrisedmyself。MyhusbandwraedhisarmsaroundmeandtoldmeIwasbeautiful。
"Thankyou。
"Isaid。
Thesamethingirlwiththemousybrownhairstillstaredbackatmeinthemirror,butsomehowthewordshadfinallyblossomedinmyheart。
Alotofyearshaveassed。Myhusbandhasgreyinhishair。Imnolongerskinny。LastweekIwokeuandmyhusbandsfacewasinchesfrommine。
"Whatareyoudoing?
"Iasked。
Icoveredmymouth,tryingtohidemymorningbreath。Hereacheddownandkissedmyface。
"WhatIdoeverymorning。
"hesaid。
HeleavesintheearlyhoursofthemorningwhileIslee。Imissourmorningconversations,butIhadnotrealizedthathecontinuedtotellmethathelovedmeevenwhileIslet。Whenheleft,Irolledoverandhuggedmyillow。Ienvisagedtheictureofmelightlysnoringwithmymouthoenandgiggled。
Whataman!Myhusbandunderstandsmyast。HesbeenbesidemeasIvegrownfromanunsureyounggirltoaconfidentwoman,mother,seakerandauthor。
ButImnotsurethatheunderstandsthearthelayedinthattransition。ThewordsIheardgrowinguiercedmysoul,yethiswordsiercedevendeeer。
ThisAnniversaryDayIlantowakeearly。IwantstotellRichardhowmuchIlovehim。Hemaylookinthemirrorandseeanextraoundortwo,orwishforthedaywhenhishairwasdarkandcurly,butallIllseeisthemanwhosawsomethinginmewhenIcouldntseeitmyself,andwholeavesbutterflykisses,evenaftertwenty-threeyearsofmarriage。