why hello there, lover.

Keely tagged me (thanks, girl) to post the 4th photo from the 4th folder in my pictures file. My pictures are organized by the date they were uploaded to the computer and the 4th folder is from about a week and a half ago, with the 4th picture being this one of my lover. Are you tired of me saying "4", yet? Me too.

I don't really know what to say about this picture, except that this is my husband and his name is Gregory John and I love him so much that sometimes I feel like I am going to burst.

This picture was taken right after he got home from work & I told him I wanted to capture him in his "cute outfit" before he changed. G hates dressing up & kind of hates wearing clothes (especially jeans) in general, although he does enjoy shopping for them. Anyways, the first thing he does when we get home is take off whatever he was wearing and put on a pair of basketball shorts & a t-shirt. This has always been bizarre to me, I guess because I am the complete opposite. I stay in what I am wearing all day long. He tried to say it was a guy thing, but I know that is a lie, because I grew up with 4 (there's that number again!) brothers and none of them stripped as soon as they got home. Granted, I can understand wanting to change out of dress pants & a tie, but G changes even if he is in shorts & a t-shirt and we just got back from the park. And it's noon.

Anyways, I captured him all dressed up for the day, but as you can see he is already un-tucking his shirt. You have to act fast if you want to see him in his work-day attire because he pretty much opens the front door & takes off his pants all in one fluid motion.

Pretty much, I really really love my husband.

Now, I would like to tag each and every one of you. And if you all don't follow through & accept my tag, my feelings will be severely hurt and I will think this equates to you hating me. And next time we see each other it will be unbearably awkward because we will both be thinking the same thing, "She didn't accept my tag." And you will have to apologize profusely for offending me, but most likely I won't accept your apology and our friendship will be destroyed forever. Ha! How's that for a guilt trip?

The End.