It was then that I, too, made a connection. I flashed back to one of the first times I ever met Greg, almost 7 years ago. He was leaving for boot camp with my brother, and one of his brothers. We were at the recruiting office saying goodbye. One of the few things I remember about Greg from that night is his shirt he had on...a John Deere sweatshirt. Another one of the few memories I have is my reaction to that sweatshirt. I thought, "Really? John Deere?"
Go figure that I end up finding out that (very hot) redneck is the man of my dreams. And go figure I (willingly and excitedly) end up making John Deere crib set for our baby girl, regardless of what my first opinions of John Deere were. And go figure that because he's a man, I can go in his closet and pull out that exact shirt he wore when he left for boot camp because he doesn't get rid of any clothes.
What can I say? The man has rubbed off on me. But ya know what? He allows that old sweatshirt to hang on a pink hanger.
Love, it's all about give and take.