I have decided that there is nothing sexier on the planet than my husband mowing the lawn. I have seen him do it on a weekly basis and it gets me every time!
Yesterday, Saturday, was chore day at the Holladay home. We stuck to our agreement, I scrubbed toilets on the inside while he tackled the jungle outside.
As I walked from the bedroom to the laundry room with laundry basket in hand, I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him manning the helm of his riding lawn mower, sweeping from one side of the yard to the other. It was roughly...175 degrees outside so his shirt had come off and sweat glistened from his brow, and I tell you I actually stopped in my tracks and starred.
Who knew that yard work could be so enjoyable!