Valentine's Day?

My gift to Joe for Valentine's Day was to allow him to take me shooting. Yeah, like guns. I am completely uncomfortable around them but my husband is of the variety that believes that it is, 1) every American's right to own one and, 2) if more people owned and carried guns fewer crazies would get away with killing mass numbers of people on college campuses, etc. So I did what any good wife would do, forbade him to buy one and when he bought it anyway, I forgave him. (Sigh.)



To Joe's disappointment this was the only picture that I took of him shooting.  To be honest, I thought about getting up and walking behind him and taking a few close ups looking down the barrel of the gun or at his target or just more of him shooting the different guns that Steve had, but I was afraid I would distract him and he would accidently shoot me or Steve or Alicia, or himself.  Not as a discredit to him, he had great aim and behaved very professionally (no pistol twirling like I imagined) but I was very nervous.  I also felt like I should be kind of respectful of something that is capable of taking human life.  I didn't want to trivialize it with too many pose pictures.  

I am still uncomfortable around guns and I don't understand the whole fascination some men have with them and shooting things.  But it made me happy to do something that Joe really wanted to do.  There were 5 or 6 times where I wished I had taken a picture of his face and the pure boyish joy and excitement that I saw there.  So while I can't understand the source of it this time, I sure do love seeing my husband really happy.