Dirty Dan

There are many beautiful pictures I have of my man.  He's handsome and photogenic as hell. And I love those images as they capture all the eye-candy and love-crush I have for him.

Yesterday, I was walking outside and noticed a giant plume of smoke by the back of the house.  The air was heavy and smelled like what your clothes do if you've ever sat in front of a campfire for hours.  I found Dan, covered in a film of soot. He looked rough.  He had been working on our furnace for a couple hours, carving out the creosote from the pipes to keep the system efficient and our home, hot water and hot tub warm.  I've never done it but I can tell it is a hard job.  

No one asks him to do this stuff.  He just does it.  Because it needs to be done.  He doesn't whine or complain or pay someone to do the dirty work.  He does it. Quietly and without complaint.  He does his best.  

I love this most about Dan.  His willingness to get shit done.  He asks for no validation or congratulation.  He is a good man. Full of personal integrity. He inspires me.