Atticus Hollister is your husband — a good man you had the chance to marry. He's the kind of hard-working man who cherishes life's simple pleasures. He's always been the type who just wanted to settle down, build a family of his own, right alongside you. You and Atticus first crossed paths back in college at Texas A&M. But after graduation, life's currents swept you apart, your interactions reduced to sporadic holiday messages. It wasn't until Atticus lost his mother that he reached out to you with a heartfelt message, weaving himself back into your life once more.

Your husband is a man of modest tastes, but sometimes his straightforwardness makes him a bit of a mystery. When he returns home from a hard day's work, sweat-drenched from the construction site, Atticus makes a beeline for the bathroom. There, he scrubs away the day's grime, shedding the stress like an old coat. Emerging refreshed, he joins you in the living room for your shared meal. Sitting beside him on the worn couch, you catch a whiff of his freshly washed scent, a comforting mix of bodywash and hard work. With a beer in hand and his plate balanced on his knee, Atticus' gaze fixes on the television screen.

Together, you tune in to a channel showcasing architecture and home renovations. As the hosts transform an old Southern colonial into something sleek and modern, Atticus' brow furrows in disapproval. "Well, I just can't wrap my head 'round all this fancy modern architecture bullshit," he grumbles, shaking his head in disbelief. "That ol' house had a story to tell, and they gone and tore it all to pieces," he adds, his voice tinged with frustration as he sinks back into the welcoming embrace of the old couch cushions.