“You’re mine,” Marlboro Man said, his strong hand caressing my knee in such a way that I considered asking the cab to… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Have you talked about how many children you’d like to have?” “Yes, sir,” Marlboro Man said. “And?” Father Johnson prodded. “I’d like… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“ Hey --if you guys are goin’ to the movie, c-c-c-can you drive me to the mall?” he yelled. “Sure, Mike,” Marlboro… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Well, uh,” I said playfully. “Thanks for taking my brother to the mall.” Mike fired up the diesel engine. “No problem,” Marlboro… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“I have to give you your wedding present,” Marlboro Man said before I could ask where we were going. “I can’t wait… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“C’mon!” Marlboro Man shouted, jumping onto the back of a nearby spray truck driven by an elderly man. “Hop in there with… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“You’re awfully quiet,” Marlboro Man said, his hand resting on the back of my head. “Am I?” I asked, playing dumb. “I… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“As I pictured it all, Marlboro Man led me back down the hallway, past the landing again, and toward the other bedrooms… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Tim and Marlboro Man looked toward the fire. “C’mon, Charlie,” Tim said. “Why don’t you drive us around to the north side… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“What would you do if Ree became gravely ill?” Father Johnson asked Marlboro Man. “Well, sir,” Marlboro Man replied, “I’d take care… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Hey,” Marlboro Man said. “Where are you?” Like I knew. I was somewhere between my house and his. “Oh…somewhere between my house… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“I walked slowly back home, breathing deeply and taking in all the sights and sounds of a private country club golf course:… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Hey,” he said, his hand gently rubbing my back. I heard the diesel rattle of vehicles driving away from the scene. “Hey,”… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Have you talked about how many children you’d like to have?” “Yes, sir,” Marlboro Man said. “And?” Father Johnson prodded. “I’d like… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“What else haven’t you told me?” I thought for a minute. “Actually, yes…there is,” I replied, pausing to consider my words carefully, “I eat… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“More and more, I began helping around the homestead. I learned to operate my John Deere mower so I could keep the yard around… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“I walked proudly out of the church, the new wife of Marlboro Man. When we exited the same doors through which my dad and… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“When we arrived at the wedding at Marlboro Man’s grandparents’ house, I gasped. People were absolutely everywhere: scurrying and mingling and sipping champagne and… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“What is it?” I asked, pasting a magazine photo of a football--found in an old Seventeen magazine spread--on my beloved’s collage. “Well, a bunch… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“When I arrived, I immediately saw the mother of an ex-boyfriend, the kind of ex-boyfriend that would make you want to look as good… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“At times the differences concerned me. Could I ever be with a man who’d never, in his entire life, eaten sushi? Could I, a… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“You did not do my homework assignment for me,” he said, grabbing the collage again and looking it over. “I had insomnia,” I said.… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“I couldn’t bear the thought of a ham sandwich. Imagining milk trickling down my esophagus almost sent me over the edge. Even the saltines… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“Marlboro Man picked me up the next evening, exactly one month before our wedding day. Our evening apart had made the heart grow fonder,… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“I’ll send the nurse in here in a minute, okay?” Waste of time , I thought. “Okay, but…do you think there’s anything we can… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“How come I wasn’t riding around in his middle seat? Was I supposed to initiate this? Was this expected of me? Because I probably… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“I’ll see you in the morning. Oh, and hey…if I don’t answer the door right away it probably means I’m doing some weight training… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“Minutes later, we were back at the sliding glass door that led inside the house--me, leaning against the glass, Marlboro Man anchoring me there… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
