Think of me.

Fireflies.

Bridal wreath.

Peonies and lilacs.

Journey.

Alaska, starfish, moose, midnight sun.

Diet Coke.

Crab raccoon.

Grilled cheese and tomato soup.and BLTs and sweet corn.

Taco trucks.

Clint Black, Like the Rain

If they can't find you handsome, they better find you handy.

Sunday mornings on the deck.

Dinner on the porch.

Dr. Seuss trees.

Half marathons.

Chex Mix caramel crack in brown paper bags.

Making the bed.

Laying new floor.

Hanging drywall.

Jack Daniels, RC Cola and Moon Pies.

Boob lights.

Cock of the Walk.

Massage on the beach.

Allergy eyes.

Downhill in the mountains.

Living in tent. 

Digging with teaspoons. 

Sunrise windshield, “This is my office.”

Getting passed by a goat.

Going to town in Summersville.

Melted taper candles and sleeping with the windows open on Hwy. W.

Fixing fence with steeples.

Speedy and Ice Age.

Cutting wood.

Romantic walks in the woods … with deer.

Bear and Mountain Dew.

Morphine.

Getting ready for parties. 

Cleaning up after parties. 

Holding hands in the car.

Howdy.

Losing car keys.

Rotting meat and Mikey throwing up.

Sneaking in after dark.

Combines in the dark.

Jessica Simpson and Tony Romo.

Donald Driver.

New Orleans hurricanes.

Pictionary, Scrabble, Battleship and Sequence. 

Roofing in February.

Cutting siding with that slide saw thing.

“Hopping” ladders after hooking hammers.

Cold, rainy Memorial Days.

Indy 500, Brickyard, Phoenix and Vegas.

Air shows.

Sign language at the top of a pyramid. 

Berber carpet.

Blue and popcorn.

Camping and mountain bikes.

Wonder Woman onesie and silver dollar pancakes at IHop.

Crying babies and vacuum cleaners.

Pulling the sled with the 4 wheeler.

No-wind kite flying.

Pterodactyls.

Mama I’m Coming Home.

Meat sweats.

Diamonds without security guards.

Soft-close drawers.

Tray ceilings … especially double trays.

Easter morning baptism.

Silent Night on Christmas Eve.

Cake on your birthday … with real frosting.

Surprises on Thanksgiving mornings with snow.

Showers together.

Making out in the car.

Flashing SLOW DOWN!

Grand Canyon. 

Elk poop. 

Packers vs. Cowboys.

Brenda’s apple dumplings

Salvation Army bell ringers.

Harley rides.

Back scratching.

Christmas tree cutting.

Opening day breakfasts.

Twizzler Cherry Nibs.

Moose in pickups.

Gone with the Wind.

Pearls and rubies together.

Tacos al pastor, tinga, strippers, first class flights and Finding Nemo. 

Conversion vans. 

Tornados. 

Naughty Christmas deer in the yard and peach trees.

Birch trees.

Like the Rain.

Simplify/Symplified.

Go kart vans.

The noise your giant air compressor makes.

The smell of gas, fresh cut grass and dirt.

High-heeled boots.

Watermelon on the couch.

Crickets in the garage.

Talking pillows, sleeping pillows.

Humming when you wake up, just like your dad.

You’re ruining my life!

Bushy eyebrows.

Crackers … as in, “Feed it a … “

Trailering a boat.

Usn’s, we’uns, and y’alls.

It’s a wonder.

Love you me.

Love you me.

Love you me.

 

 

 

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