My darling Marcie was walking our little dog a couple of evenings ago; she was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. She came home looking like the cat who swallowed the canary. When I asked what was going on, she said a teenager stopped his car and told her she had some of the most beautiful legs he had ever seen. She said she told him he should be ashamed of himself because she was old enough to be his grandmother. He said that might be true but it didn’t mean she didn’t have lovely legs. I’ve never seen her quite so pleased with herself.
She used to swim competitively and she still has swimmer’s legs and they are gorgeous even at her present age. Think Tina Turner and you won’t be too far off.
This has nothing to do with Marcie (okay, a little), her legs, cheeky teenagers, or little dogs… but the way you refer to your wife makes me swoon. I’ve noticed it before, and it just tickles me.
Seriously, you are both lucky to have each other. Congrats and make sure tonight you put on some Barry White, pour her a glass of wine and remind her what a sexy lady she is.
