Yesterday I passed you on our quiet country road on my way to town.
You rolled down the window of your burly-man truck and leaned out.
You in your cowboy hat and black t shirt.
You grinned at me and said it in such a way it made me grin all shy,
"Hey there sexy, How's it going?"
I still get butterflies when I think of the gift I have of being married to you.
