True Love

True Love, by my definition (at least right now) is sitting in a parked van full of livestock feed (ie- it’s not sweet smelling like horse feed) while my beloved Jim ogles used BMWs. And goes on to calmly allow him to take Sophie on a test drive while staying behind with the indignant (and therefore wailing) boys.

True Love….. really sucks sometimes.

But so long as he stays up after working all night just so I can go riding…. And so long as he milks the cow in rain and snow with no complaints… And so long as he loves me too….. I will not complain…. too much anyway.

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