August, a hot month of love

 Ya'll. It's hot. August in the south is like a deep fryer and you're a sad lil nugget floating in that shit.

I am not a summer person at all. Fall and Winter. I can deal with Spring, but the pollen part. 

But this is also the month that I married my husband. 28 yrs ago. I was just a youngin!

I remember waking that day to rain outside. But the clouds cleared, and hot 90-degree day began. I remember thinking, is it really that hot or is it my nerves. And that 20 lb wedding dress. Or that's how it felt. 

But even through the heat and uncomfortable clothing, the nerves, I was ready to marry him. I loved him. I knew that. He made me laugh; he made me feel special. 

We have had a rough patch or two, just like all relationships, but even now, 28 long years later, I love that man. 

He makes me crazy, me makes me worry, he makes me laugh, and makes cry. 

But he is mine. And I don't want another. 

So, to my hubs, I love you so much. 

Yours Truely, but really his, 

*Dixie