The apple of his black eye.
Jack and I had a fantastic wedding over the weekend with lots of romantic and redneck (at times) moments.
When Jack and I were getting back together, he did a heck of a job courting me. He bought me flowers and Midol when I was “under the weather”, made me some mean breakfasts (he still does this), and wrote me love letters on sticky notes.
Swooon, right?
Here are a few mildly romantic, and 100% redneck love letters I have tucked away. They STILL make me smile.
Profanity warning: I’ve married a sailor.
Yes, that IS a bow and arrow.
This is the card that accompanied the flowers and Midol. “Just because . . . you’re bitchy and crampy.”
. . . What the?
Construction Worker Syndrome: Jack likes to add emphasis with the “F” word
Never happened.
Again, I apologize for my husband’s lack of filter. He just really “F’ing” loves me, and I love him too!
Kindergarten-level drawing skills and all.
