1- Obviously I think my husband is one sweet piece of man candy (as one can hopefully assume does everyone else at some point, so as to have agreed to marry them) The glint in his green eyes, his dimples when he grins, overshadowed by his mass of chocolate curls and all brought home with his fit bum and sweet, sweet calves.
|fit bum and sweet, sweet calves not shown for your own protection|
2- I also think everybody is vain to some extent or another, myself included. How can you escape it in our culture's appearance driven obsession. But seriously people, everybody at one point or another looks in the mirror and thinks "hey, I'm sexy." Sure its not everyday, or even once a year, but you always have the one or two pictures of yourself where you know you had it going on. (probably taken by Tracy) What could exhibit more of your faded youthful charm than your own personal mini me?
|only infinitely cuter|
3- My children are the equivalent respectively to: Sohvi - Helen of Troy with her perfect hair and crystal blue eyes.
Max - Adonis with a sly, ever so slightly mischievous sweetness.
Lucy - a Reubenesque be-dimpled charm-your-pants-off Botticelli Cherub.
And my darling Liam, well he's the baby version of Brad Pitt. Only cuter. I take the boy in public and teenagers swoon. Its like anti birth control. Dusty ovary cocaine.
A couple of genetically-predisposed-to-be-your-own-brand-of-dusty-ovary-cocaine zygotes (and 9 months) later, you have cuteness (repeated four times and aged to perfection) that reasonably argues to be the very zenith of human evolution. Makes you get all mushy inside and want to stuff them with goodies and lay down in front of trucks to ensure their safety and smother them with kisses and cuddles. As you should. It doesn't take too much wit to discern that this trifecta of scientific fact might not be such a bad idea to ensure the survival of the species. The Powers That Be are pretty tricky like that.