The one who is the man I love

There's this man...he's kind of cool. He's pretty much the love of my life. Sappy? What sappy? Oh, you mean me. Yes, I'm a big sap. We both are. But don't tell Working Man. He's desperately trying to hold on to his "MAN" card. For those of you who've been married awhile...how long was it before they gave up? Or do they ever? Poor guy, he gets razzed so bad at work when I change his ring-tone to something lovey-dovey. Meanwhile, he's the man I love and I'm the woman who's lucky enough to have him love me.

Uh...anyway, right. Pictures of this man I so dearly love. How many times can I use "love" in a single entry? I'll let you know. Love.

So...first off, I love Working Man because he lives up to his nick. He really is a working man.



Sometimes, he works harder...



And sometimes smarter. He started clearing this out using a shovel. Then he realized the tractor could be faster.



He uses tools, a lot. I like that he has a ton of tools and knows how to use them. (Better yet, I LOVE that they have their own shed. No tools in the house...except for butter knives. C'mon ladies, how many of you have used a knife as a screwdriver? How about a rolling pin for a hammer?)



And Working Man is goofy. He does this...and two nights ago, he shook a handicap sign and pretended it was shaking him back. Goofy.



Better yet, homeboy is STRONG. Mmm, look at those muscles!



And he's a perfectionist...and sometimes not. I would have walked in and placed the salt block perfectly next to the trough. He just dropped it.



Last of all, I love this man for his smile. Sweet, endearing...full of love for his wife who is not helping in the slightest, is watching the pygmy goats escape, and taking pictures of him even when he hates it.

I love this boy.

FFR

PS: I think there were twelve "love" words in there (I did include lovey)...oops, fourteen now. Correct me if I'm wrong.