I Love That Boy

Tonight at Thanksgiving dinner, Mountain Man's Aunt said about him, "I love that boy."  Yep.  She loves that 6-foot-tall, chainsaw-wielding, father-of-two "boy." 
"I hit the jackpot" I told her. 


Here he is sewing our wedding invitations.  (Sewing?  Invitations?  Yes, it's a long story, worthy of an entire blog of its own.)

He's handy to have around.

He's a good dad.

He baits my hook for me.  (Is that a euphemism?  If it means he rocks my world, then yes.)

~swoon~

Chaps, Chainsaw, Mountains, Man

Oh My

He will dress up in an Elvis wig, hike to the top of the mountain when the lifts are closed, and ski with me.

And smile the whole time.

We get each other. 

Aunt Inga, I love that boy too.