That's My Guy
Today I felt like the Paparazzi sneaking a shot of someone famous when they were unaware...
But I'm not a high paid photographer working for the National Enquirer or any other such magazine.
And my subject is only famous in my eyes.
I could see him but he couldn't see me because our house windows are tinted glass. Hee hee.
This morning he called me to the window to look outside at our wildflowers.
"Take a good look..." he said. "Aren't they beautiful today? They'll soon be gone."
My hubby's not been feeling well. It's the Crohn's disease. He keeps losing weight and has stomach pain every day along with bloody bowel. I'm sorry, I don't mean to gross anybody out... but if anyone knows of someone who has this disease and has a remedy that will ease suffering... we're open for suggestions.
He's such a good man and has been through so much.
I can remember when I first started dating him his X called me on the phone and for one solid hour told me how horrible of a man he was.
"Oh sure," she said. "He'll wine and dine you... and bring you flowers... but that will fade. Next year at this time you'll know the real Gary..."
Of course, I chose to find out for myself. That was ten years ago. He still wines and dines me... and here's the proof that he still brings me flowers. She must have been talking about somebody else.
He was searching for the perfect flowers...
Right in front of the living room window is a rose bush. Here he was trying to get a rose to add to the collection of flowers.
Remember, he can't see me.
Oh Gary, You are so dear!
The last of our wildflowers. Sniff, sniff.
My hubby is the greatest.
But he's not feeling so well.
And Gracie's worried.