29 March 2011
It's Not Our Anniversary
It's not his birthday, either. Or mine, for that matter.
He's at the station, Katie is with her grandma, the money is tight, the projects at the farm and in Piedmont are still there, and it might rain.
But isn't he cute?
I love that he's a cowboy.
I love that he likes to eat waffles in the morning.
I love that he's a fireman.
I love that he calls the baby Tootie.
I love that, in his opinion, everything is always great.
I love that he works hard all the time.
I love that he chews gum while he drives.
I love that he loves animals.
I love that he makes grilled cheese and scrambled eggs for a snack.
I love that he likes everybody. Really.
I love that he says "Hey Girl!" in a rogue-ish voice when he sees me.
I love that he trains and rides horses as easily as I'm typing this.
I love that he'll be home tomorrow morning.
I love that his name is Brady.
And now, for something a little less sappy: BlueBell is going to be rolling out a new flavor April 1st, and I'm going to be STANDING. IN. LINE! Homemade in the Shade. Vanilla with chocolate syrup ALREADY IN IT. Those are lovely words, my friends. Lovely words....