My bestie

I am blessed. 

I am married to my best friend.

His name is Stuart.

I call him Stu, Stu-manchu,

and Honey.

He calls me Babe or Dolly- pop.

(Hey kids we need a new picture...this one is ancient)

He is my favorite one 

in the whole of the whole.

And believe me there are

a whole lot of ones I love, but

he is the best-est.

He is John Wayne,

John Candy, 

and John Travolta 

rolled into one.

Tough, and strong.

He would take you out for me.

 He can take a hit from a 700 lb. cow 

and walk it off. 

He has, more than once.

He is funny.

Really funny.

He is always laughing

and he loves to tease.

He and I 

have an on-going argument

of who is funnier.

It's me. 

Don't tell him 

I said it is a close call.

He is sweet and kind.

He isn't too proud to cry.

He loves babies.

He loves animals.

When he loses a calf

he is sad.

Not for the money he lost, 

but for the life that was lost.

I say he is like an M&M.

A hard shell, but soft inside.

He brings me ditch flowers,

for no reason.

And candy bars,

and coffees.

I gripe b/c of the calories.

Sometimes.

Stuart works hard.

Farming, cattle, haying,

concrete, truck driving,

way too much to list.

He thinks I am oh so pretty.

Yeah, he needs glasses.

But even with them on, folks. 

He says I am

a burlap bag full of bobcats. 

 I know, crazy.

He is famous for getting

steel in his eyes.

The man can do anything,

build, weld, etc,

Well, not spell... remember.

Anyway, he gets steel in his eye

sometimes, when grinding metal.

Then after a day or so,

he has to go have the eye doc

dig it out. 

Ouch, really.

I have harped "wear safety goggles."

He used to, but with the reading glasses

he forgets to put them on. 

However, this evening

when he came into the house

 I cracked up.

New safety goggles.

Nice.

Then he says silly things like

Safety first, it beats 430.

What?

Someone he knew 

once got hit in the head

at a job site at 4:30 

and had to go to ER...

He has a ton of sayings...

some a little risque',

all are hilarious.

He is a great dad.

Our daughters are big fans 

of this man.

He is wise.

He is a mentor to their husbands.

He is a praying man

who loves Jesus.

He lives every day

trying to make the world

a better place.

He is honest.

He will tell you 

"how the hog ate the cabbage".

Even if it is a hard thing to do.

But, he does it kindly.

He will "chew their butt"

and give them a hug.

He is the first to give an "atta boy".

He is generous with

his time and his money.

He loves to love.

I have people tell me

all the time,

how much my husband loves me.

They say he brags about me 

and how they can see his love for me.

It is a little embarrassing

but it is also awesome.

He treats me like 

I am "better than sliced bread".

 He has been my sweetheart since I was 15.

We have been married for 30 years.

Every day gets better.

Who could ask for anything 

sweeter than that?

I done picked good, for sure.

P.S. I let him read this, and he was wiping his eyes.

Cool. I love him.