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Fair warning folks, I am about to wax poetic about this man of mine so if that is not your thing, I highly suggest our Recipe Page, but if you want to take a trot down romance lane with me, saddle on up.

Some little girls dream of princes to marry someday in the distant future, but you see, I grew up traveling with a troubadour from Texas, watching old westerns and learning the difference between a cow and a steer. This little girl wanted a cowboy. The gravely singing voice, the boots and hat, the work hard/play hard mentality….oh and the jeans. (Have mercy.) In truth, it was not the livestock that drew me (although I still love a good horseback ride) but I wanted a man who lived a life that I would be proud to tie myself to.

Tait and I joke that so much of our lives prior to meeting one another were periods of “training”, that we were preparing for each other before we ever met. I dreamed of the wide open spaces of Montana or Wyoming, and the type of Stetson wearing man I might meet there. Tait considered Tennessee and Texas, and he knew he had a preference for thick thighs and floral prints. (Enter me)

The “Code of the West” was an unwritten code among the cowmen and pioneers of the west. Not law by any stretch, but an agreed upon outline that helped shape a civilized culture in an exceedingly uncivilized expanse of wilderness. It is simply a list of behaviors, but put together they helped craft an idea of the type of man I felt matched the goals and dreams God had laid on my own heart. And Tait Hanson….well gosh if he did not just check every box and then blow it wide open.

See this man, he wakes up each morning ready to take on whatever new challenge awaits. I have seen him fight battles for those he loves and he works harder than anyone I have ever known. Whether it is a project in his shop, a repair at the lake or his daily 9-5, he gives everything he can to make sure the job is done as well as possible.

This past weekend I watched this man take his own personal R&R time to help a client in crisis. The week before, even though he was injured, I saw him lay down in the snow to help hookup a vehicle to be pulled from a ditch before also assisting in pushing two other vehicles from the snow. I got to experience him coming to the aid of a sweet girl from Jamaica who was terrified of driving in the snow. She was trying desperately to get her rental car back in time and was paralyzed in fear on the side of the interstate. What did he do? He hopped in the driver seat and drove her the rest of the way. On Valentine’s Day he ran chocolate covered strawberries and rice crispy treats to our maintenance men and then he helped me pack up groceries for a neighbor in need, even hauling dog food to her house for her pups.

His “brand” is our family and he has committed to doing everything in his power to make sure we are together, that we have a home that feels safe and secure, that works for all our needs and brings us joy. He prays over us, teaches our children (and me) about God and instills in them respect and love of the Lord. He protects our time together, honors me by placing our relationship second only to God in his life and his encouragement is never ending.

He may not own any cattle, but I cannot wait for you all to get to experience my personal “cowboy” as he begins creating videos and content for this blog and our channel. I know he will bless your lives in so many ways.