My Life

Hubby checks his game cam under an acorn laden oak tree.

We get to witness wonders that we might never see.  This eight point White Tail buck is marking the tree and his territory by rising on his hind legs and spreading his scent in the over hanging limbs.

Here I have captured another male making points by recovering a tree stump that I think is vital to my existence. It had to be a tractor operation.

With me being recently and continually sick this wise male has quietly tried to help around the house. Quietly because he knows I will drag off the couch and protest.  He knows it's bad when I'm not doing laundry and dishes!  Other facets of my "womanly" duties may suffer but dishes and laundry is like breathing...if you're not doing it, you're pretty close to death.  You know, don't you?

I could not fault the stove deep with bacon grease nor the unwashed skillets because there were dishes washed and meals cooked WITH OUT me!  I was served meals lovingly in my sick room if I ate at all and was checked on quite often to see if I was still breathing.

He didn't know I watched as he struggled to fold a towel!  I was proud.  Maybe, just maybe he could survive without me if he had to do so.  His towels may fall off the shelf and the knives may be in the wrong drawer but he gets an A+ for effort.

 I am beginning to think all those years ago when hormones told me HE was the right life mate for me that maybe my brain was in on the decision too.  I know my heart was.

Thank you, honey.  I think you're a keeper.