He lives for big mountains and black dogs. Old motorbikes, and his girls
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His hands are always dirty. He works hard.
His favorite clothes are of good quality and have fulfilled their purpose. His old wool sweater with holes in it, which I attempted more than once to carelessly discard.
His many pairs of carharts that I advise him to trade in for GAP jeans when we go out to dinner.
He is older and wiser, though I forget and deny it.
I am finally beginning to understand. Grasping who he is.
He is authentic. He is not the boys I have spent my life chasing after.
This husband I love, and this place he has built for us. I haven't given the respect or appreciation that is deserved.
I am learning.
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1 comment:
mike is awesome.
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