My man is like my favorite pair of sweat pants – comfortable, relaxed and the first thing I reach for when I enter the door after a long day at the office.
My man is my version McDreamy, McSteamy & Mr. Big rolled into one delicious package – handsome, Southern, charming, intelligent and funny with the slightest touch of “bad boy”.
My man is like an old school homemade “Weekend at the Beach” soundtrack – a little bit country, a little bit rock-n-roll. Nothing too serious, lighthearted and full of possibilities. I could put him on repeat and never get tired.
My man is everything I dreamed of when I was a little girl – my prince charming with a Yukon in lieu of the horse.
My man is just a good ole boy – with a college degree and a better since of fashion, that is.
My man is like a fabulous seersucker suit – conservative, well mannered and full of Southern charm.
My man is 1 Chorinthians 13 amplified in our marriage – he is patient and kind. He is not self seeking. He always protects, always trusts, always hopes and always perseveres. Though he’s not perfect, he tries so hard to be the for me. When he fails, he’s quick to apologize and seek forgiveness. His love for me never fails.
My man is God’s best for me.