I intentionally made this picture black & white. It's black and white yet it still shines because she's in it.
I don't know if Kris is an old soul, but I know she's a good soul. In this picture I see her strength, her weakness, her willingness, and her love. I see the little girl who has always went home to the house that she grew up in (she no sh*t giggled the first time we stayed over and slept together-because she'd never had a boy up stairs there ever), and the woman she's become. I see her struggle to be an adult because that inner child has a big appetite for life. In this picture I see what I just can't fathom deserving. I have never been so taken care of. It's almost embarrassing how she's always thinking of me, always anticipating my needs. She works hard all day, comes home works some more, makes dinner takes care of the pets and does it all with a smile on her face (most of the time anyway). And I get to come home and see her smile and be treated like a king for no reason whatsoever except that Kris is just that way. She's a paradox. On the one hand she's almost a pre-60's stereo type woman who dutifully does that which dutiful women did back then. On the other hand she's the exact opposite. She's independent, much stronger than she thinks, can stand on her own two feet any time and anywhere. AND she rides her own damn Harley, thank you very much. She can make me laugh just about any time. And I can pick on her to make us both laugh. The way she takes care of me, you'd think she'd have no time for anything else. Somehow she manages to keep up with me & the house, the animals, the kids, helping take care of her parents and doing whatever she can wherever she's needed. She's an incredible woman. She get's me. And she's cute as a button! Happy Valentine's Day Krissypie. I love you. |
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