Perfect . . .

Perfect (Ed Sheeran Lyrics)

I found a love for me

Oh, darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

The lyrics are a backdrop for the scene I am going to depict . . .

It has been said that behind every successful man stands a strong and supportive woman. I am blessed and very fortunate that this statement is unequivocally, the case in my marriage.

“All that I am, and ever hope to be, is envelop in the love I have for my wife.”

I will not recount my fitness journey, since I have written numerous articles on that particular subject already. What I will endeavor to explain here is the different paths our journeys took, and the events that led to me holding my wife securely in my arms, as the above song played in the background.

My wife began the journey with me, and for a year and half her enthusiasm was at an all time high. As a former gymnast, my wife was accustomed to having a body lean and tight.

The wonderful thing about muscles is their memory retention. It only takes a small amount of effort to get them moving again. My wife had lost a significant amount of weight adhering to a strict nutrition schedule, and coupled with strength training, I figured she would surely reap the benefits.

However other mitigating factors got in the way, such as stress from work, the inability to get a full nights sleep, and her dislike for cardio. The biggest detriments to her progress was not having a big enough why, to push her, when she did not feel in the mood to train, and the lack of progress, she felt, from not seeing significant changes in her appearance.

I saw the diminutive changes in her body. Although, I pointed it out to her, because she did not, or could not see it for herself, my praises went for naught. She was a mother of two. Her workdays were stressful. She had no desire to go the gym. When I coerced her to go, she loved it, but otherwise because of what she deemed as a lack of progress, could not push herself without some degree of prompting.

It was after speaking with her on the phone while driving home, as she related how horrible her day had been that I decided to take her in my arms, and let her know how perfect, she looked to me.

The song was queue on my phone, and when she entered the bedroom, it began to play on the HomePod. I had seen the minute changes in her body. I was able to envisioned what her ultimate physique would resemble. Forcing her would do no good, but patience, to allow her to return, when she was ready that was the prudent course of action.

I held her tightly in my arms. I missed her working out with me. After all, she was the impetus for me transforming my body in the first place. She always questions my commitment to the gym. If only she knew, the reason was her. She had unwavering faith in me that I could change my physique, after the doctor had told me, “A little exercise wouldn’t hurt.”

It was the least I could do, to return to favor, and have the same degree of faith in her. But on that particular night, she was perfect. A vision of loveliness, who embodied the very essence of a woman.

As I held her, I could feel the lean and tight, voluptuous body, that had me enraptured from the day we met. I gazed into those bewitching eyes. No longer could I hear the disagreeable sounds of her perceived lack of transformation. 

I was too mesmerized by the beauty I held in my arms, and although, I whispered, she also heard it; darling you look perfect tonight.