Yesterday, my very supportive wife and I were out on a shopping trip. Me in drab, of course. We hit the local Sephora where she got a mini makeover session focused on finding the right foundation. I watched and asked a lot of questions about choices, and the wife encouraged me throughout. I even critiques the choices and gave my opinion. The "beauty consultant" was impressed with my knowledge of makeup, as well as makeup companies and their product lines. My wife took credit by saying she has trained me well, and they both had a chuckle at that.
Next, we shopped the store for a good hour getting stuff for her and for me. At checkout my wife learned she had reached the coveted VIB Rouge status. That made her day, and she floated out of the store while excitedly sharing thoughts of coming back for the free make overs.
We returned home and I proceeded to get dressed in anticipation of trying on some of the new product. We had fun experimenting for a couple of hours. Towards the end as I was painting her nails I asked if what I do ever really bothered her.
That's when she remarked she noticed I checked in with her a lot concerning my dressing. Likewise, she noticed I seemed to need reassurance from her on a regular basis. Funny thing is I thought I was only doing infrequent pulse checks with her.
She said she did not mind and would be happy to reassure me anytime. In her words, "You don't cheat, you don't do drugs, you don't steal, you are good to the kids and a good provider for us. So what you like to dress up. Why should that concern me?"
That's where I drew a blank. She is so accepting I'm sometimes at a loss to accept it. Anyone else have a hard time with that?