Last week after a lunch out with my husband, he bought me a hat. I loved this hat before it was mine, in a "stuff-kind-of-love" way. We walked on the sunny side of the street to keep warm after our meal. We went into the hat shop, just to try on hats. I like hats because they suit me.
My husband loves me because I suit him. He saw me hovering over this hat, and before we left, told me he was going to buy it. It was "stupid" expensive. It was in a tourist shop, so I knew I could get it somewhere else for a reasonable price, so I said no. He said yes. I said no. He said yes. I said, 'Okay'.
My husband made me feel worth full price and beautiful. It made me feel like we were newly in love, like back in the early 90's (remember those?).
I put the hat on, and wore it the rest of the day/week/month. In the car on the way home from school, full of love in my heart, feeling as beautiful and cared for as a girl can feel just from getting a hat, my kids commented on my new fashion.
My son said I look good in hats. My daughter said I looked like I had an armadillo on my head.
I didn't know how to feel about her statement. It seemed true, but I didn't roll up into a little ball with my hard shell to the world.
Later, wearing the hat, my friend, without provocation or talking to my daughter, told me I looked like I had the cutest armadillo on my head he had ever seen.
It must be true, it looks like an armadillo. When I look at it, I see I am worth loving for years, even decades.