Better than James Blunt

Since I sit in traffic for an hour every morning, I tend to occupy my time (while at a complete stop) with eating breakfast or doing my makeup. This morning, I finished putting on my eyeliner and glanced over at the big green work truck next to me. There was a very sweet man, probably in his forties, who smiled and said to me, "You're beautiful."

And my hubby tells me that all the time, but it seemed so sweet and spontaneous coming from a stranger. I wanted to get out of my car and go hug him. I smiled and self-consciously put up my mirror and fiddled with the radio station. But to that man, you don't know how much a girl needs to hear (or lip-read) that sometimes. Especially one who is getting chubbier by the day.