What a man

As appreciate as I am in life, it is VERY difficult for me to show it most of the times. Surprises...I never show it on my face! I have no idea why that is. Why do I feel the need to surpress my emotions when someone does something amazing for me. Subconsciously I feel the need be modest, to not be flashy, and I wonder what people will think. Today is not that day! Im standing on a mountain top yelling, "I got a good man!!! A good Black man!" Not because he just got me a car, just for me, but because he would move mountains for me. His love is unconditional. With all of my stressful days, where I wake up mind racing and take it all out on the family. He still comes home from dealing with hard core teenagers and rubs my feet, makes dinner (sometimes), and gets the children in check. Now the tables have turned dramatically because now I feel like I am not doing enough. I know I am HELLA FRUGAL (ok some call it cheap, tight, stingy) LOL...but can you blame a sista for wanting to have a financial cushion for a rainy day? He loves me just the same. But now i gotta step my game up shoot. Hmmm what a good man to have in 2009 when we ar CHANGING the face of America with a wonderful spokesMAN :)