Two years ago today, I met, face to face, the man you often hear me talk about, my boyfriend, David. Yes, I am going to brag about him. I'm going to tell you what a great catch he is. And I might even gush. So, consider yourself warned! Most of you know, David is an avid photographer.
He loves his baby girl, Alissa.
He is a supportive father to Dustin.
He's a mouse catcher. I found evidence of a mouse in my house and the man brought a live trap over. The first night with Cheerios as bait, look what we got!
And then, there was the snake. Saturday, this lovely copperhead showed up on my patio. It was within feet of my cats and chickens. Yes. David is also a snake catcher/relocator.
You better believe that snake picture is his. Didn't I mention that he is a photographer? If you have never perused his flickr account, it would be worth your time. Go here.
He is a chainsaw welding, cubby hole removing boyfriend.
He humors me when I want to take self-portraits.
He gives sweet kisses.
And most of all, he looks at me like this...
I am not at all sure that life gets better than this. (Happy Anniversary, David. I sure do love you!) Now, I ask you. Aren't I blessed?