Yesterday we celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary. JP's sweet sister Anne offered to feed & play with the chilluns while JP took me to dinner.
We went to Stockman's Steakhouse (my favorite restaurant...) and were seated in a booth. We sat close. We talked about the kids. And we talked about death. (What I would miss most if he died suddenly, and what he would miss most if I died. Morbid, I know.) We reflected on how good God has been to us. And we ate delicious prime rib, salads, rolls w/ honeybutter, loaded baked potatoes, and huckleberry cheesecake. Between vittles, I told him how sexy I think his hair is. And how country music turns me on. As a side note, I tell him I think Tim McGraw is hot. Rather than feeling threatened, he humors me by saying, "I'm going to get a tight white t-shirt on with a straw cowboy hat. That should do the trick. But I better work out first." (Yep. He's a keeper. A great sense of humor is a powerful aphrodisiac.)
I love my long-suffering, patient Joseph. After fourteen years, he is still the choice of my heart. I think eternity looks rather good on us.
Here's a blog I stumbled upon recently ~ this family is my brother's neighbor. Grab a tissue.
And tell your Mister you love him one more time.
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