My man wears a uniform every 3rd day when he's at the fire station. But when I really think about what he wears, his boots come to mind. You can almost always find him in these boots. They are dirty, stained, and scarred from work. But that is what I love about them. They remind me of the things he loves to do and how hard he works for his family.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
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2 comments:
I loved the photo and the words from your heart.
Such a sweet pic and story behind them!! :-)
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