This is one of my favorite pictures of Big Daddy and me.
We are at the shop, his man cave if you will. Girls are allowed, if there is a He Mans women haters club, I am unaware.
That face.
I just love that face.
His trademark hats, mustaches and bowling shirts.
Today marks 17 years of wedded bliss.
17 years of being my Valentine.
17 years of learning to meld two families.
We didn’t do a very good job of that.
What we did do was survive it.
Together.
We don’t love each other as much as we did the day we said I Do.
It’s so much more. And for different reasons.
Over the past 17 years we have learned so much about each other, how we tick, what we need and don’t need and when.
And learn more each day.
How to love.
We love Big.
We are a team. We protect each other, our backs and our reputations. Our family, our livelihood. Nothing can come between us.
His arms are my safe space.
If the world collapsed around us today, I am not afraid. I have my big ol redneck to take care of me.
I know he is the one person on this planet that would trade his life for mine.
That is a feeling that is beyond explanation.
A feeling I wish for you.
I know this sounds like a novel boasting a cover with some long haired handsome man on horseback riding along the beach at sunset, and in a way it’s my romance story,
only with a hotrodder behind the wheel of a roadster saying, jump in baby, let’s go for the ride of our lives.
I’m glad I jumped in.
The ride has been amazing.
And there are so many more roads to travel.
Happy Anniversary my love.
Thanks for picking me up and showing me what it feels like to have the wind in my face and riding shotgun on the best of life’s journeys.
I love you Troy Wood.
Way behind my back.
Sweet Momma
Lorene