The love of my life. He is what everyone wants, well this woman at least! He’s my rock. I never thought I’d have a rock in my life. I lean on him, and I’m not afraid this rock of man will slowly roll away. Instead, this gorgeous, Cherokee, colored boulder of a man, digs his heels in and lets me bear my soul to him. Sigh, life can be great. I fight sleep almost every night, just to have those extra seconds with him. And I’d rather watch him sleep, more than I love to eat chocolate . Really! He’s beautiful even when he’s asleep.

Even though, I’m not the best pinto beans and corn bread maker, he eats, what I cook for him. I think he enjoys my efforts, and, as each dish hopefully, gets better he will enjoy the food too. I have yet to try this pinto beans with the corn bread mixed stuff. Maybe part of me is waiting for my cooking skills to improve too! I don’t know that I will ever be able to stomach cornbread crumbled into my milk. Yes, they do that here in the south. But never say never, I just might try it. Well, that’s all for now, my man will be home soon, and I have to kick the taxi driver out. I’ll tell you all about that later.