The Other Woman

There they were.

The two of them- in plain sight.

His hands were all over her. I should have known something was up by the smirk on his face. There was no shame, he held her like he owned her.

A couple days ago Sweet Man and i went back to the Petoskey antique show i told you about here.
It was our 22nd anniversary, and sweet man was hoping i'd find a little somethin'- somethin' to mark the occasion {translates into, ' after 23 years together, you are still a mystery to buy for' }

I'm good with this.

It works for us.

I only turned my back for a minute- and he was gone. When i came around the corner, there they were. Together.

I couldn't be happier for them. She's perfect! I love her!

Just.Look.At.This.Girl!

Sweet Man does know what i like!

Needless to say, she had to come home with us ♡

This is no small woman.

You could say babies got back.

From her nipped in waist

to her curvaceous legs

I love her all. We even wear the same size. Who knew?

He sure knows how to pick 'em

We had to play a little dress-up

She totally rocks this apron

{I suppose i could have pulled out the iron before taking these pictures...but i knew you'd understand} ; )

I think it's love.

Thank you Sweet Man for 22 blissful years.

Thank you for really listening when i thought you weren't

Thank you just for being, my Sweet Man.