The words I can come up with could never express how much love and admiration, adoration and appreciation I have for my boyfriend. I would LOVE for him to know, but I just can't come up with the words to let him know. I try my hardest.
I don't know how he does what he does every day. Sunday night, we put Brantley to bed at 11, and Monday morning by 5 am his alarm is going off and he rolls out of bed, gets dressed and is on his way out the door. I am left to a cold meaningless bed, but it is because he is doing everything in his power for Brantley and I. Our little family. I have never done the kind of work he does, but I know it has to be tough. I mean, heck, he doesn't go to the gym but his job keeps his muscles tone, so that's saying something. He's also stuck in the ungodly heat for more than 8 hours every day and on his way home, has to deal with a car with no AC and a driver's side window that's jammed and won't roll down.
When he gets home, he's always gotta tinker with something. A weed eater, a gokart, his truck, something. Then after he showers, it's supper time and he's usually the one to cook, because he's wayyyyy better at it than I am. (I'm working on that though.)
After we eat, it nears Brantley's bed time once again, and the cycle repeats.
He deserves more sleep, that is something I need to let him have more of during the day after he relaxes in his recliner, because it's not something he gets enough of at night.
Lord, you know I sure do love this man. Thank you, God, he is a blessing to me.
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