If the President of the United States can still find time for date night with his wife, then by golly there is plenty of hope for rest of us.

http://www.newsweek.com/id/19508...

Of the many things I love about Barack Obama, the one that makes me the most happy is also the simplest to observe: He loves his wife and family.

It drips off him, the way he smiles at Michelle, the way he hugs his children. Look at any picture. You can tell how proud he is to be in love. I believe that having the full support of the people he cares about the most makes him better at his job.

This is the kind of electric love I’m looking for, the kind that only makes you better, the kind that you can’t wait to see at the end of the day, the kind that seeks out joy in the face of impossible circumstance, the kind that carries in her wallet a photo of her sunkissed, six pack, spedoed husband stepping out of the waves on some deserted beach so that she can let it fall open on the counter of the sex shop where the clerk can see it and exclaim, “WHO’S THAT?!” hoping its her son and reply casually to the contrary as she purchases $300 worth of romance, “Yeah, not bad for 50,” wink. You know, not to be too specific…but I want it. I want it all. Furthermore, I deserve it. And so do you.