Once upon a time, there was a girl with a flat tummy and a twinkle in her eye. Every morning, she woke up rested, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and made plans to fill her social calendar whichever way suited her mood. She was light and free and considerably more comfortable in bikinis.

The girl fell in love with a tall, dark and handsome guy with broad shoulders and sexy arms, in a time when they both still looked and felt young, and she wondered about the people they would become.

A few years later, the girl became a mother. Her husband, to her great relief, turned into the kind of father that she could only ever hope for in her youth. How could anyone have guessed how much GROWING UP it would require to raise two children together?

These days, they’re older, slightly greyer, exhausted and considerably poorer, it’s true – nothing social ever happens without attachments and negotiations for babysitters and snack bribes. She gave up her freedom somewhat and exchanged spontaneity for structure, routine and Mince Mate. There are kids and responsibilities to focus on, after all!

But sometimes, when she longs for her previous life and the Monday-morning-miserableness kicks in, she remembers that she has a new normal to be thankful for now.

The arms that used to hold only her, are now cradling babies with strength and tenderness. The sense of humour that has always made her giggle, now makes her children’s eyes sparkle every day. And that heart that captured hers all those years ago, with the love that attracted her in the first place, is now multiplied with every child who calls him Daddy.

Sexy has a new definition. It would never be one-dimensional again.

Like her body and skin and heart changed with the times, her appreciation for her husband grew along with his fatherhood. When the girl became a mother, she had a man by her side who became a Father. And she wouldn’t trade him for the world.


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