his hands

he stood there with his well-loved grease stained shirt from being under the hood of a car,callouses and bruises and cuts are regular marks on his strong hands...he had a smile on his face and he told me he loves me.before I left for tonight's session, we were talking about how sometimes weeks seem endlessly long...how sometimes there seem to be to do lists that aren't going to ever get finished because just as soon as you check something off, something else fills its spot...how there will always be deadlines, bills, homework and meetings...two hours ago he smiled at me and hugged me and lovingly told me to buck up...I'm laughing now, but yes, to buck up. :)he reminded me to do what I can do, and do it well because it's what God has asked of us to do.I had my camera in my hand and took this picture because I wanted to remember this week.I wanted to remember to work hard...as hard as him.I love that I am married to my best friend.I love that he teaches me and reminds me by how he lives about how to work hard...I love that he lightens my mental load and physical load that God has given me to carry...he is strong...I am his and I am so thankful that he is mine.