It turns me on that you're the mother of my child.
More than anything, sex is about self-esteem, and nothing gives us more of a jolt of sexy pride than to look at you and the kids and think, “Holy crap, I did it! I pulled it off. I’m the husband now. I’m the dad.” I swear it feels like just yesterday we were sleeping on George Jetson sheets and listening to our mothers complain about our dirty underwear. But now we have our very own wives to complain about our dirty underwear. We made it! Truth be told, we weren’t sure it would ever happen. We could have ended up like the aforementioned “loser” best friend, who may have a DVD collection to envy but doesn’t have you. You turned us from a little boy into a man. And the sense of manliness that’s wrapped up in you and the kids and our little family is a wellspring of sexual self-esteem. It’s us against the world, and just knowing there’s an “us” gets our engines revving. So come on over here, and give us a cuddle.
(via Parenting Blog)
