The Man I Love
I’m sitting at the computer looking at Brian, who’s in the back yard weed wacking long clumps of grass. He’s been travelling a lot over the past couple of weeks, and he has more travel to come in the next few weeks, so the yard and the garden have suffered.
On my best days I am a bad gardener, so there’s no chance you’re going to catch me out there pulling weeds and hoeing, even if the crab grass clutches me around the throat and threatens to strangle me to death. That means the bulk of the garden falls to Brian, or as I am trying to convince him, someone we hire.
Right now, Brian’s out there looking like some kind of futuristic geeky sex god. He’s wearing red earmuffs to protect his hearing, an out of date and well-worn navy blue polo, beige cargo shorts, and……black dress socks and roan deck shoes.
When I look at him, he makes me laugh.
I love him, and this is one of the things marriage is about, the man who comes home from days of diagnosing intricate bio science machinery, and who, because you ask, weed wacks the yard.
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