Let me tell you guys: after a not-so-great weekend of sick kids, being sick myself, car troubles, and then to find out the mechanic can't look at your car for nearly two weeks---NOTHING beats a ride on the Harley!
Finally found a garage that could look at my car tomorrow, still feel like "ugh", one child sounds like double "ugh" and it's a Monday

---so my sweetie said he'd follow me to the garage (on the Harley) and we took the scenic route home.


Then he gave me keys to his van so I wouldn't be stranded while waiting on the verdict on my car....
I dearly love riding the Harley behind him! I dearly love him and his kind, caring, compassionate personality. He is just the nicest, sweetest, loving man I have ever known (besides my Daddy

)
*sigh* I'm telling you guys--- he's stolen my heart.
And the absolute best part? He cares about and includes my kids! He takes a true interest in them. He even gave the youngest a guitar (Sweetie plays and has about 6...) because youngest showed interest and inclination in playing along w/ oldest and oldest's guitar. He's had the boys helping him do things (fixing my dryer, working on my car, refinishing a guitar, etc.) He's great.