Tonight, doorway man's dad wanted to take us out to dinner. I often complain that he wears his older, worn out clothes when we go out. Over the course of our relationship, I've bought him clothes appropriate for a night out of varying weather and occasion. Clothes are not his thing. Clothes are strictly utility in his world. They are to cover nakedness. If you are not naked, you are appropriate.
Tonight, he came into the living room in this outfit. He was beaming from ear to ear, with a look of confidence that he was going to really please me by dressing up. This look of innocent and pure desire to be everything I ever wanted in a man is why I love him.
But it was so funny...and awful. I immediately laughed and asked him if I could take his picture with tears of laughter flowing from my eyes. My love for him doubled with his look of confusion.
I softly through laughter told him he couldn't go out like that but I loved how much he wanted to please me and the look of innocence on his face will forever be etched on my heart.
Luckily, he has a tough skin and quickly could appreciate the humor in the situation. He agreed to let me post it on Facebook, probably more to check the consensus than anything. Facebook is the place to settle the unimportant debates, apparently.
I have a big job ahead of me training this man God gave me, and it will be lots of laughter and sweet moments like this one, I hope.
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