I’m a Yankee living in the deep south. The love of my life is a Rebel, born and bred. He is my everything. I know now that God answers prayers because I prayed for over twenty years for a man that I could truly love,unconditionally,and have that love returned. I just didn’t know I would have to move twelve hours southward ,endure an awful marriage and learn to eat county ham and like it. Before God, gave me this precious gift, my Rebel man. We are like two teenagers in love except we are older, grayer and a bit slower at getting our clothes off, when our hormones overcome us! I’m so head over heels, goo goo over this man, that I find myself thrilled to pick up his dirty shorts off the floor. I can’t wait to get up in the morning and start our coffee and make him breakfast. I’ve gotten really good at not burning the bacon and having the eggs ready at the same time as the toast. This is a real accomplishment for me. Raising four kids and working full time meant breakfast was usually a cold pop tart thrust into each child’ hand as we headed out the door!

He lifts me up and makes me smile everyday. I still fight sleep every night so I can just look at him. I have shared with him the worst things that have happened to me,some things stupidly self inflected ,and he doesn’t judge me,nor I him. If we hadn’t gone through all the trials and tribulations we have been through, we would be two different people. I wouldn’t want to change a thing. My Rebel man is perfect. Our battle scars no longer show on the inside. We know what we have is real. We have it all. Romance, honesty, trust, commitment and realism. Life is truly worth living and I’m going to live everyday to the fullest,with my rebel man beside me.