I saw him walking down the driveway, a tall drink of water, wearing beat up faded jeans, a pink Floyd t-shirt and shit kickers. Dark hair, stubble across his chin, nice brown-green-amber eyes, tall slim build but with wide shoulders. This is the man who handles the ride on lawnmower like it’s a race car, driving it all over the place, really fast, reversing on a dime, turning and changing direction and somehow…this handling of the lawn mower is hot. This is the same guy who has a bright red motorcycle that he rides like a pro and sometimes even let’s me ride on the back. This is the man who owns a restored by him, bright orange 1972 Jeep CJ-5, a 1962 International tractor and several 3 wheelers. This is the guy who handles a gun with no problem. This is the guy who can build anything, who can weld, fix a car and who has his own vegetable garden outside on his land, the land he’s always wanted all his life. This is the guy who built our house with his own two hands. This is the guy who can wield dough to make pizza (from scratch bitches) and who can use a power drill, hand plane, chop saw or any other tool like it’s second nature. This is the guy who owns 700+ records because he loves old things and he loves rock from the 60’s and 70’s.
This my friends, is my husband. And this is a post about giving props to the ones we love. (honestly for some reason this post is inspired by Natalie of Live, Love, Laugh and Read. Girl…you know how to appreciate them so this one’s for you! and of course for hubs. Love ya babe!)
I think it’s easy to go through life and forget who you’re with. When you’ve been with someone for a while you start to take them for granted, you don’t really ever “look” at them anymore. But sometimes, they do something and you…notice and you think…DAMN my man is a fine piece of ass, I want to take him upstairs and…ya know! This happened to me the other day, once while he was walking down the long driveway in the sunshine from the garage, all long legs and torso, all hard man body and while he was driving the lawn mower like a freaking maniac but still…he managed it with style and…skill and…just perfection. How can a lawn mower be sexy? I don’t know…you haven’t seen him handle it I guess….
Then we went on a motorcycle ride together to dinner the other night and I realized, I trust this man with my life. He’s smart…he’s sexy…he’s strong…and he’s responsible. And I realized how freaking awesome he is and the truth is that I don’t notice it enough, especially lately. I’ve been caught up in marketing, blogging, in fictional worlds and yea…some of those guys I’m caught up with (book boyfriends) might actually be loosely based on this amazing man I live with, but I’m more focused on them than the actual living and breathing sexy guy that sits next to me on the couch every night. So I have to take time to recognize the freaking special person who shares his life with me.
This is the man who listens to my ravings. This is the man who calms me down when I get fired up. This is the guy who uses logic when I’m using my emotions. This is the guy who likes to take his time and plan while I like to rush headlong into things. This is the guy I’m married to. I freaking love him.
All 6 feet of him…from his size 12 huge shit kickers to his beautiful birthmark on the side of his neck to those pretty changeable eyes to that hair he’s always bugging me to cut for him. He’s all mine and I gotta give him some recognition. He gets me. He’s my best friend. He’s my teenage dream and my grown up fantasy.
I’m one lucky bitch.