I was a little nervous to do a post on my husband's pipe, because I know smoking is suppose to be bad for you, a dirty habit, right? Ever since I've known my husband, he has loved the smell of pipe tobacco. But, with his asthma, he never gave it a try. Then 2 years ago, he finally gave it a try. To our surprise, the pipe actually helped with my husband's asthma, because it helped to relax him and his lungs, actually helping him breath.
My husband doesn't smoke every day. Nor does he NEED it. But it's an enjoyable pass time for him, some say an art. Yesterday, Sabbath evening, Chris decided to smoke his pipe contemplating his day at church. He looked so handsome to me I decided to take his photo.
By the way, the pipe shown in these photos was a pipe given to Chris by my mother. It was found among my grandfather's things. Although we never knew my grandfather as a pipe smoker, it still feels special.
Just for fun, I decided to add two other photos I found in our archive.
First time Chris smoked my grandfather's pipe.
Last summer, after a long days work.