Shaggy

OK.  So you've heard me carry on about Little's man legs, yes?

It's been over a year since I  made that discovery.

This morning, I let him drive back from the high school where he helped participate in a Pearl Harbor Day remembrance gathering.

It's bracingly cold outside. (IE colder than a well-digger's butt) And when it is that cold, the shining sun seems even brighter.  I looked over at him and the sun coming in the windshield perfectly highlighted the blond hairs covering his chin.

Sweet Jesus.

It stopped my heart.