A joy...really...me?

My moment today: BK came home from school around 7 pm...the house looks like a tornado hit it (which is a possibility now that we live in Iowa)...but it wasn't a natural disaster more like a Quint:) I was not looking much better, the day had got the better of me and my shining accomplishment was the boys were alive and dinner was made. Despite how I perceived the situation, BK came right over, gave me a big kiss and said "you are such a joy to come home to". I felt like saying really...have you seen me lately...sweatpants...no make-up....hair up (but not in a cute way). He anticipated my comment and just repeated it. "its a joy to come home to you...I love to come home to Christy". Wow, that was a great moment. I may have disagreed with him, but I whole-heartedly believed him. I thought to myself...only God could make BK love me this much.