brandon.

WARNING!  it’s about to get super cheesy on this blog….just for a few minutes…

he has the mind of an engineer and is the smartest person I know.

he’s a carpenter and can build anything for me.  the majority of our furniture was built by his hands.

his eyes are amazing.

he’s tall.  there’s no need for a ladder at our house.

he’s organized.

he loves the lake.  skiing, wakeboarding, boating, camping, even just floating on a noodle.

he’s responsible.

he fills my car with gas.  i’ve got it good.

he makes me laugh out loud….the side hurts, grab your stomach, tears running down your face kind of laugh out loud.

he lets me pick the movies and watches them with a smile…even when it’s Twilight.

when we first met he drove a pimped out mustang, scared me a little.

now he drives a huge red 4-door truck and i want it.

he calls me “little one”.

he’s not scared to cry in front of me.

he’s a daredevil.

he holds my hand and kisses my cheek in public.

he eats anything that I cook, even when it tastes bad (which happens more often than not).

he’s a hunter and likes guns.  guns really scare me.   but i trust him more than the guns scare me.

he’s a mama’s boy.

he’s got a real cowboy hat.

he loves his family unconditionally.

I prayed for him before I even knew him.

he’s my best friend and even though that photo up there was a forced thing (i made him second shoot with me at a wedding up in Destin, and no that’s not what he wore)….photography is not his thing but he did it with a smile…..well, maybe it was just a smirk at times 

 

k- cheesiness over.