I was wearing this shirt while out shopping recently:
I had a jacket on, but open, so you could see the front but not the back. A woman in line next to me said, "What does the back say? What's the punchline?"
I chuckled and told her there is no punchline. I love my husband. Period. Not only on payday. Or when he brings me flowers. Or when he calls me just to tell me he loves me. Or helps with dishes. etc.
I love my husband. Period.
His actions or in-actions do not impact my love for him.
His physical appearance does not make me love him more or less.
10-1/2 years ago we exchanged our marriage vows. For better and worse. For richer and poorer. In sickness and health. We made a CHOICE to love each other until parted by death. There have been some days during harder seasons of our marriage that I've had to remind myself of this choice. It's not always easy. Sometimes, it has been really hard. Nevertheless, I choose to love my husband. Period.
