Accepting Your Partner, Flaws and All

During our premarital counseling session, our pastor and his wife asked us to talk to each other about specific expectations we had for each other going into marriage.

My husband mentioned a few things we had previously discussed, but I remember one thing he said stood out:

“Me and Victoria talked about it and she said that she is going to keep her legs shaved regularly,” he said matter-of-factly.

There was a pause in the conversation, and both our pastor and his wife looked at each other with knowing smiles on their faces. The wife started laughing and she said, “just wait … that won’t last long!”

Their reactions were priceless, but the conversation was a little embarrassing. I figured shaving wouldn’t even be something that would come up in our marriage. What girl who is about to marry and move in with her soon-to-be husband is planning on just letting her body go, including her hairy legs? 

Fast forward to us being married, and they were right! My “regularly scheduled shaving” became less and less regular. Towards the end of my first pregnancy, I couldn’t even bend over to shave my legs even if I wanted to. After having my baby, most days I took a shower with my newborn so I didn’t have the time to shave.

To my surprise, my husband’s response was little to nothing. I would even tell him not to touch my legs when we were cuddling because,“I didn’t have time to shave today.” His response was always, “I don’t care! I just want to be close to you, I don’t care if your legs are prickly or smooth!”

As it turned out, my husband couldn’t care less that I wasn’t shaving regularly. Our love is much much deeper than freshly shaved legs … or lack thereof. I still try to look my best for him when I can, but it is a relief to know that he wants me no matter what I look like.

Looking back on that awkward conversation with our premarital counselors, we laugh just like they did about the expectations we had going into marriage.

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