My sweet hubby-to-be called my last night, while he was at work, to let me know that the power had just gone out, and to get a flashlight ready just in case it happens here, at home, too. All because he didn’t want me to be caught off guard. All because he didn’t want me to be alone, in the dark, and scared. (Yes. I am scared of the dark. Confession Sunday!) I love him so much. It’s things like calling me from work during a terribly windy storm while I’m home alone to let me know that the power MIGHT go off, that make me sure that I am ready to marry this guy.
And speaking of this terrible storm that’s decided to hit and NOT GO AWAY, making it rain non-stop for days on end (BAD California, for not living up to the sterotype!), here’s a picture of where I wouldn’t mind being right about now (Barcelona, circa fall 2007):