Most of us in blogland have heard of Ree Drummond, The Pioneer Woman, and her new book that chronicles the story of her love affair with Marlboro Man, her husband.  The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels–A Love Story is a sweet story with a lot of awwwww factor in it.  Most of the story is available on her website – the first year before her marriage.  The book adds in some time after the marriage.

I read a review of the book and while the reviewer liked the book, they just had to get a wee bit snarkey about what they called “gushing about MM” – her passionate love for her husband.  They called it “gag factor”.  My thought is, “you obviously have never experienced that type of love.”

I understand perfectly when Ree goes on and on about how much she loves MM’s forearms, rear end in chaps, and ice blue eyes.  This is a woman who is obviously joyously happy and totally in love with her husband.

I am blessed with that same type of gag factor love.  It is something rare, amazing, wonderous, and precious.  And there are things about Alpha Hubby that just take my breath away.

There is a special warm, softly scented spot beneath his ear, the ear that listens to me ramble on about sometimes obscure, useless bits of information.  That spot is inches back and away from the mouth that kisses me so passionately.  It is tucked right above the shoulder I lean on and near the back that is strongly muscled and able to work to secure his dreams (one of which is moi. I’m at the top, right baby??).

That warm, softly scented place is up above his heart that possesses his true love for me.  It is down to the right of his beautiful amber eyes that gaze so warmly into mine, full of promise and the fulfillment future dreams.

When he wears my favorite scents, they get smoothed into that special spot just under his ear and right above his shoulder, where I can nestle my nose and inhale the velvety scent of Alpha Hubby.  I could just absorb that scent for hours… but it tickles him so he won’t sit still too awfully long… well that, and he has to eat sometime.  And sleep.  And go to work.  Which is a shame because I could just stay there in that spot forever.

It is a scent all his own, a coupling of cologne and him.

And no matter where we are, if he is there and I can inhale his special warmth, I am home.

I like that spot almost as much as I like:

…his arms which hold me so tight.  Passionately, sweetly or warmly his strength is always there, just for me.

Of course, after he sees these pictures, I’m done for.

But baby?  I couldn’t help myself.

Whether you’re

feeding cows

or

in that professional picture for the office

the very thought of you
and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do

…which explains the laundry and dishes and unpacked boxes…

*ahem*

I think about you a lot.

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The Very Thought of You, Natalie Cole