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Oh Joey,  Where do I start? Let’s see: soul mate, fab sense of humor, father of our children, champion of the late night chocolate run, and wickedly good with power tools. 

So while I’m in spaz mode adding merchandise to the booth, Joey decides he’ll wrangle 100-year-old banisters and eves from the grainery at the old family farm 25 miles away.  Through chiggers, weeds, and dust, with 15 minutes before closing, he made the store front of the booth.  I love this man.