I have to choose my husband, the Bear, to write about. Look at that smiling face!
There we are, on the ponies, I got chaps, he got a dog to sit on the back of his pony.
No, we've not been sweet hearts since we were six, it just appears that way.
Actually, these photos were taken several years and many states apart.
My heart belongs to this man, that I call Bear.
I only call him the Bear because he growls sometimes, but he would never bite.
We both rode ponies with manes and tails so white.
Now we watch the grandchildren from the rocking chair.