I’m really grateful that John takes care of hauling the wood inside from the garage to keep our woodstove stoked. When he is dressed in his ginger colored bib overalls and coat I always call him my Gingerbread Man. Every woman needs one. I especially love that my Gingerbread Man is man enough to use my lovely wicker basket to carry in the logs. Gotta love a Gingerbread Man like that. Like I said in my post yesterday, “He’s a keeper.” Absolutely a keeper. And the Gingerbread Dog (a.k.a. Kylie) sure looks adorable beside him when they are outside. Ah yes, this is what makes my life meaningful.
