When she was younger, my wife liked to compete (and win) in the various swimsuit competitions. I loved it when she would get up there and strut her stuff in a skimpy bikini or short skirt and be all made up to perfection.
Even though she was stunning then, I think she's even more beautiful now in a pair of jeans and t-shirt and no makeup when she's gardening or working with the horses or washing her car. She gives hot and sweaty a whole new meaning
In the past year or so, she's discovered another gift - singing - and it makes me swell with pride watching her on stage. She was a semi-finalist in the Colgate Country Challenge competition a couple weeks ago, performing in jeans, boots, a sexy white top and my old cowboy hat. She looked hotter than the fourth of July up there belting out her tunes under the lights and the fireworks in front of several thousand people. Confidence is a fine kind of makeup, don't you think?
Of course, I married her for her intelligence (I really did!).
Mike