Our church service this weekend was our last service about the "End Times" in which our pastor preached about what happens when we die. He was talking about how we all will get new bodies when we die, but somehow our loved ones would still recognize us in heaven. He didn't know what we would look like. Maybe we will look like we did in our best year ever or maybe we would look completely different. So, last night hubs and I were in bed reading and I asked the loaded question.
Me: "Who do you hope that I look like when we go to heaven?"
Hubs: "I hope you look exactly the way you look now."
Me: "You don't hope I look like Angelina Jolie?"
Hubs: "Nope. I hope that you look just like you."
Me: "What if you don't recognize me?"
Hubs: "Why wouldn't I recognize the most beautiful woman there?"
A little time went by and I took a break from my new book that I am reading "The Power of a Praying Wife." The book made me wonder if I was being as good of a wife as I could be. I figured I was on a roll so I kept going with my loaded questions.
Me: "Who do you think is the best wife in the world?"
Hubs: "You are."
Me: "Better than Angelina Jolie?" (you see I am on a Angelina kick!)
Hubs: "Of course."
Me: "Better than Britney was to Kevin when they were married?"
Hubs: "By far."
Me: " Better than June Cleaver?"
Hubs: "Ooooo. You know that June Cleaver was the ultimate wife and mother, right?"
Me: "Yes. Am I a better wife than her?"
Hubs: "Yes, honey, you are."
And that, my friends, is why I married him. No one else would put up with me.