MY man
It has been questioned why I sent MY man out looking his best... to cons, SCA events, and the club.
Short answer: that is MY man. He should look like how I see him.
Long answer: Because I trust him. That is MY man.
That is my best friend who was there at 2 AM when my marriage fell apart. That was my friend who assured me I would not die alone; as my friend assured me he would sit at my bedside.
My friend became my lover. This was and is my lover who adores everything about me. My fire, my rage, my compassion, my weaknesses... for better and worse, he adores me. Each and every day I know I am adored and lusted for.
This is my husband who swore on his sword I had keep of his house. This is the man so deeply in love he stuttered out he was willing to bear our children. While that was not possible, he was there and reveled in every cranky moment.
This was the father who showered with his babies, changed diapers and brought tired and happy babies to my breast.
This man... This man is my friend, my lover, my husband. This is the man I must sigh when he is a knight in shining armor off to go save some one else, because that is what he does.
This man, my husband, can go anywhere without me twitching an eyebrow. This man, my man, loves me, and shows me every day so I will never doubt...
I am the center of this man's world.
I am his, he is mine.