Butt Like A Magnet

By 5:30 a.m. yesterday morning my husband had already touched my tush about 20 times. I gave him a look and he said "It's like a magnet".

I grew up very self conscious of my butt. I have come to terms with the fact that I have a large booty. Not very appealing. Or so I thought.

I have never been one to ask that question "Do these jeans make my butt look fat?" I already know the answer. No need to ask. So I deal. No biggie, I mean yes biggie...(pun very intended).

My husband's love for my derriere has changed my perspective and let's face it...it's ALL about perspective. I used to watch my weight in order to shrink my butt. Now I worry that when I do lose weight that my tush will also shrink. Isn't that funny?

He must touch me hundreds of times a day. It's like a game. I sometimes try to deflect him just for fun. It's gotten to the point where I will sometimes spin around before leaving a room, or walk backwards, or my hand will automatically go into defense mode. It's actually kind of fun. And funny. Especially when he asks me "What are you doing?" with a little smirk on his face and a sexy gleam in his eyes. Acting like he wasn't going to touch it. He ALWAYS touches it.

Sometimes he'll make a sound when he touches it. He'll say "Ha-Cha". Or "Wa-Cha" with a dramatic expression frozen on his gorgeous face and his hand firmly attached to his target. I wish I could take a picture.

This is just a part of "us" that I never want to take for granted. My butt was an annoyance of mine for the first half of my life, actually much more than an annoyance. It was the biggest thorn in my side and now it is something that I treasure simply because the man that I absolutely adore finds it so irresistible.

Lucky me.