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Grit. The first thing that comes to my mind when I think of grit is my husband. He's all man--all rough and tumble, ready for anything, sweaty, wonderful man. He makes his own bullets for his own guns, because he can. And because it's fun. Put him outdoors for a week with just a compass and knife and he'd do just fine. He's gritty like that. Man.
But he knows he's gritty, that he is able to handle himself in any situation. And he doesn't have to prove that to anyone. He can leave that at the door--like his mud stained boots, and still be the kind of man that brings flowers to his lady. It's balanced, and good.
While I love the fact that he can be romantic; I also love the grit, the sweat, the man. It's all part of the same package, and it's a package that suits me just right. Grit and all.