Parts are parts

It was early Wednesday morning and a husband and wife were getting ready for work. Both stood in their master bathroom, sleepy from far to few hours of sleep.  The wife wearing a towel, looked in her vanity mirror and began to speak.

“I have a scar here.  And a bruise here.”

The husband looked at his wife as she pointed out her “flaws.”

“And I have this scar here. And this.”  She patted her stomach.

The husband just stood there silent.  Then he said the only thing he could say (without getting killed):  “I don’t see the scar or the bruise or what you call a belly. I love the whole you.  I love you for this.”

He then pointed to her heart.

He knew love is more than a sum of body parts.  It’s something much greater.  He smiled at her and then went to go finish getting ready for the long day ahead.

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