I say this jokingly, he claims me, well he does, but I claim him as well. That one stinky, cootie ridden boy that I did not know as a child growing up, but only as a man. A pretty smart, attractive man with that southern drawl, the strong one who is able to wear his heart upon his sleeve, down to earth, genuine southern gentleman who opens doors for my not so southern belle self who tries to open it myself (whoops-a-daisy) he can lead me into any room with his hand in the small of my back, who loves Ford pick up trucks & faded blue jeans, listens to rock music loudly, who loves fiercely but tenderly, who rivals my sassiness perfectly enough to stop me in my tracks unless I’ve stopped him in his own, who looks my Daddy in the eye talking serious (my Momma too) but doesn’t take himself so serious that he cannot laugh loudly at the silliness he caused or the silliness around not only himself but the rest of us too, who stands for his words & on a handshake, who speaks the truth even when it hurts, who always wears a cap (what some, yes me, argue it is a hat) who loves his momma, respects his father, who spoils me with kindness daily (that includes me sleeping in a whole lot) but rarely wakes me up too early, whose passion for life seems to have burst into high gear when we met wh
ere he found many things the same in me maybe: you’d have to ask him or look for his response here later.
However he would put it, I say he found my gypsy wanderlust heart at the right time & took ownership willingly of my heart when I was ready to understand what real love is. I see it in his eyes, the love he has for not just me but for my children, not his biological children but his children nonetheless, he has love in his heart for them that could only rival my own. Bottom line; a kind hearted man, that in all of this mumbo jumbo I call “Troy” not his name, but this is significant to only us. oh, and don’t ever think he doesn’t drive me batty along with my kids, he’s good at that too!