Sometimes my husband goes out with other women. And they are beautiful women.
I should be jealous, but I encourage it, really.
Each year around Valentines Day Bryan asks these two beauties
to accompany him to dinner and an evening of dancing.
They get all dolled up in their best dresses, paint their nails,
and even dab on a little of mom's favorite perfume.
In a year or two he'll have a third beauty
hanging on this arm and competing for his attention.
They just can't get enough of him.
I can't say I blame them.
He is a lucky man.