This man is something special.
I’m sitting here trying to put into words who he is and just how much he means to me, but nothing sounds right. He’s not just a man, he’s my man. I think back to when I was first getting to know him… he was so easy to talk to. I’ve always been a little awkward and uncomfortable around guys, but when that didn’t happen with him… I think that was the first thing that attracted me to him.
Well… you’ll have to agree – he’s pretty handsome as well!
He still can strike up a conversation with any stranger with apparent ease. If he has a question, he just asks it. When he has a job to do, he’ll see it through – but he’ll also try to figure out the best and most efficient way to get it done. He’s good at that – it probably has something to do with having to bury a dead oppossum a few times when he was a kid before learning his lesson on doing it right the first time!
This man takes a lot of pride in his children, and loves to tell the funny stories of the things they say and do.
He also loves me… There are many days when I’m not really sure why… He takes me as I am; a huge jumble of emotions, crazy ideas, thoughts, and dreams, and he loves me. Then when I need to talk about those things – he listens – bless his heart. The times when I feel especially insecure or vulnerable, he wraps his strong arms around me and helps me feel safe and secure. Yeah, he’s a keeper!
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