It is generally accepted that it is life that eats love in the family: chores, small children, groundhog day and dirty bathrobes. In fact, love in a family disappears when a woman’s love for herself disappears.
A woman without love for herself is an extinct look, it is boredom next to her, it is a routine and lowered hands of a man.
When inside a woman there is love for herself, she knows how to value herself and she wants to take care of herself. She wants to smile, flirt, try something new and delight herself. She does not tire of asking herself: what do I want now, and what can I do for this, who can help me with this? In principle, she does not forget at least something to want in this life.
When inside a woman there is love for herself, she has love for the whole world, for all people around her. And it is felt, it beckons, I want to touch this inner joy. Her background warmth and joy become the mystery that I want to solve: what is in it that I don’t have? How does she do this? What makes her so? What if I can do that too? And it becomes that energy to which all around intuitively stretch.
When a woman has love for herself, no dirty robes can change the reality that she creates around herself simply by her existence. I want to be next to her, regardless of what she is wearing, whether she has a manicure and what troubles she overcomes every day.
When inside a woman there is love for herself, she doesn’t care whether someone else loves her or not. She is already filled with love and she has enough of this love in full. But in the most paradoxical way it was then that others began to love her. Including in the first place, her own husband.
A woman’s love for herself is the key to her husband’s daily tenderness and care for her. Her smile and cheerfulness - this is what makes a man make her even happier in order to get enough of this happiness himself. Every day and every minute.