Here’s the reason I ditched Manhattan for the rural south. My husband Jake is part cowboy, soldier, dog whisperer, brew-master….he even bakes cookies during his downtime. He’s a lovable goofball who happens to be blissfully 185 percent ALL MALE. Is there a woman alive who wouldn’t swoon over a dude like this? I’m biased, but I submit no.
Jake building fences
Jake holding a cut-out doll while in Iraq
