This man of mine.

Years ago I lived in a house tucked away from the road with property surrounding us from all around. We had chickens, a garden, and a long driveway.

It was quiet.

It was peaceful.

And then the winds came and blew and our lives were uprooted and somehow we landed smack dab in the middle of a crowded neighborhood.

Although the community was kind to us, it wasn’t familiar and all I longed for was home.

When my favorite farm guy and I started dating, he too lived on a busy street. Although nice and neat, it wasn’t quiet and free.

It wasn’t long before our conversations drifted toward a forever future together. And wouldn’t you know it, we both had a desire for a home with land and room for animals and tractors.

And then God led us right to it. Of course He did.

Five years later and we’re still so very thankful. God gave us everything back and then some. He’s so faithful to redeem and restore.

Last night, we walked outside and I snagged this picture of him.

This is my guy.

He prides himself in how he cares for his family. He loves splitting wood throughout the year, all things Carhartt, filling the outside wood stove, hunting, and everything in-between.

I told him after I took this photo that he sure knows how to take care of a woman. And I meant every word.