The Mr.

Yep, that's my man, or as my mom always called him,"that boy". He's working late into the night on his double screen he set up in our bedroom-how romantic. I don't mind though. I would much rather have the comfort of watching him work here while I read, rather than in another part of the house away from him. He's such a great man, provider, husband, father. I sure do love him a lot. He's my bff. I would rather spend time with him than anyone, and after 27 years together, 24 married, I think that's pretty nice. I never get tired of talking to him or just being with him. I am so thankful he has stuck around all these years with his crazy wife