Funny thing, this happened to me yesterday! I was getting dressed and barely wanted to look in the mirror, turning my back and assessing how fat my butt looked in the pants I was wearing. Ten minutes later my husband comes out of the shower, walks around naked, past the mirror without stopping. Then he puts a towel around him, and his stomach is hanging over it and his hair is askew and he thinks nothing of it at all.

I'm sitting there watching this, thinking "just put some clothes on already!" because it reminds me of how old we are getting . But secretly, I am just jealous that he is so comfortable looking the way he does, while I hide under blankets and did so even when I was younger.