Handsome Lives at My House

Chiseled abs or the “right” amount of facial hair don’t define handsome. I could care less about his haircut or the cut of the suit. His arm size, waist size or boot size don’t add up to handsome. Yes, his eyes and his smile might have won my curiosity, but they didn’t win my heart.

Handsome – well, real-life handsome lives at my house.

Real handsome looks like arms that hold a tired wife and happy children.

Real handsome looks like endless sacrifice because he wants to provide for us.

Real handsome isn’t cocky, but quiets fears with calm confidence.

He doesn’t have to be asked to help. He doesn’t have to put-down to feel big. He doesn’t take for granted the hearts that he holds in his hands.

Real handsome looks like coming home – boots by the front door, a briefcase on the kitchen counter, a suit coat replaced by a t shirt.

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It is crowned by dedication. It is adorned with dignity. It is humble. It is trustworthy. It is safe.

Real handsome lives at my house… and I bet… it lives at your house too.

Re-posted from Scissortail SILK: http://www.scissortailsilk.com/2014/03/04/handsome-lives-at-my-house/