my little hunter man.

When Mr. B and I were deciding when we were going to get married, he threw out a couple dates that were after the first weekend in November. 

Why, you ask?

So the boys could go 'coon hunting for his bachelor party. That's how much this man loves 'coon hunting. 

And because I think that I wouldn't get a lick of sleep Saturday night at home alone-I'm heading to our old stomping grounds with him. 

The only difference between us is that I'll be warm in bed while he's outside running around with that silly hat on. :)