I wanted to wait until after Valentine's Day to write a little something about Bob. He would be expecting it on the day and disappointed. I knew if I waited it would be all the sweeter for him. He claims I never write about him.
Warning: This might get sappy, and that's something I don't reveal very often.
Bobby worked tirelessly this weekend for The Treehouse, the Heritage Festival's River Daze, and me. He created a 50 foot long river and hauled it down to Old Yuma in an attempt to help save Yuma's Territorial Prison. He then hauled The Treehouse's float down to Old Yuma for our publicity booth. He made sure to keep Edna company, so she would not be too bored and lonely without me while I worked at Rancho. He fixed a leak in the river. He even enjoyed the sweet sounds of "Johnny Black" singing and selling his cd at the booth across the way.
Saturday he kept the kids most of the day and took Mallory to her parade performance just so I could sit at The Treehouse booth all day.
Sunday he got up before daylight for meetings and attended to his church duties. He made arrangements to leave quickly after church, so he could drive Sydney out to Roll to ride her horse. Then he headed to Old Yuma to haul his river away to The Quartermaster Depot. After that challenge he had to take The Treehouse float home.
He arrived home after dark and made dinner for his little family for Valentine's Day.
I love my busy Valentine!
This is our 13th Valentine's Day together, and I am certain I love him more than I did on our wedding day if that is possible. Looking back, it's almost laughable at how little I knew about 19 year old Bobby Lemmon. Due to trials and experiences we've shared over our years together, I have seen the depths of his soul and have been the recipient of so many of his gifts. Bobby has the gift of ceativity, dreaming, serving, sharing, patience, music, and listening.
I love you Dearest of Dears!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Posted by Sabra at 7:19 AM