I was kneading bread this afternoon when my eyes happened to fall on my kitchen table, and I was reminded of what a lucky woman I am. There, in the middle of the remains of lunch and the two skirts I am working on, was a HUGE, GORGEOUS bouquet of flowers. What was the occasion? I just happen to be married to the most wonderful man in the world. He was out the other day and just picked them up because he could tell I was under a lot of stress. What a sweetie.
I have never told you about JohnBob? Well, let me do so now. John is 6'3" and all muscle. He is your much sought-after tall, dark and handsome man from your imagination. He was raised in the South, so he has a beautiful honeyed drawl that just makes your heart melt. He is absolutely the world's best father; I have never seen a man so in love with his children. When we first met, I knew that I wanted a man like him for the father of my children. He is kind and thoughtful and helps me to be a better person. He is strong where I am weak, and his example creates in me the desire to improve. He can be boisterous and out-spoken and the life of the party. He can be quiet and shy and oh-so cute! He is the love of my life, and I do not know what I would do without him!