D.I.L.F

I was checking out my husband last night as we were driving to dinner at Bouchon.  Unwinding from work, Husband was not yet in the mood to engage in chatter with me.  The sun was going down and I was watching him maneuver the vehicle.  The self-tan he had just applied was glistening on his face and it struck me, my husband is a BABE.  He was mouthing the words to his idol George Michael- “You gotta have Faith” and had ceased fire on picking on me.  We arrived at the restaurant and sat down to dinner to a “new” couple.  As their sparks flew, I realized that after ten years, I was still thrilled to be partners with my husband.  Though he can be rough around the edges, he is funny and has a heart of SOLID gold.  He proudly wears his wedding ring and is convinced that it is his single best accoutrement (next to our kids) which helps solicit attention from other women.  Good for him, I am not threatened.  In any event, husband has declared himself a D.I.L.F and I wholeheartedly agree.