what marriage has taught me - part 2

Boys will be boys. I know it may come as a shock to some of you....but boys are gross.  They are.  They like to play in the dirt. They don't always take showers on a regular basis.  And little boys turn into men.  And sometimes they don't grow out of their little boy ways.

The boy I married is ALL boy.  110% boy.  He leaves the house most days without combing his hair.  He shaves once a week only because he has to be on stage.  He leaves his socks on the floor.  He doesn't understand that you clean the house when you don't see visible piles of dirt.  He's not one of those "metro" boys who wears girl jeans and spends an hour fixing his hair.  It's just not him.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

I love my "all boy" man.  Because I feel protected. I feel safe.  And I get to take care of him.  We are very different in so many ways.  I'm all girl, and he's all boy.  But we compliment each other perfectly.  He likes me best in his sweatpants and no make up on.  And I'm glad he doesn't wear my jeans.

Being married to a boy has taught me a lot.  I've learned that he is the protector.  It kills him when he can't fix my problems or provide everything I could ever want.  But he teaches me how to put him first because he does it so easily.  He never thinks about himself. It's just what boys do.  And boys will always be boys.