Now that's sexy...

It recently dawned on me as I watched the young "sexy" lifeguards at our club pool today, that I have a new perspective on the definition of sexy... Sure, Robert Downey Jr. in Ironman with his sculpted biceps and his action-packed fearlessness is still sexy just as Gerald Butlers sexy accent and bad boy charm can still make me do a double look-over...




But my inclusion criteria has, lets just say, been broadened over the last year...

I have been with my husband Johnny now for over 9 years and since he became a father just this past year, many more things seem sexy...

like when I see his face as he comes home from work after a long day and meets eyes with his son and drops his bag to go race tractors on the floor as Greyson smiles, saying "Dadda" like his super hero has just arrived!


and when they make eggs together on his days off as he describes his cooking techniques while Greyson intently listens as if trying to capture every detail.

when he randomly decides to wake up before I do and I sense him closing the bedroom door so that I can sleep in...

or even when he worries... (more than I do sometimes) about the little things that could possibly go wrong and I see that fear of losing his precious son in his eyes..that's a little bit sexy too!

And nothing, nothing is sexier then when I come into Greyson's room to find my husband changing the stinkiest, smelliest poopy diaper(Yes, the one's that go up the back) all while asking him, in the silliest, high pitched "who's got a stinky poo-poo?" voice. Now that's sexy with a capital "S"...even if he does wear his disposable latex gloves that he brings home from work...





Beat that Gerald Butler!
Yeah-this may not be everyone's definition of sexy, but it's mine, all mine:)