
Blessing



Absolutely. Entirely. Completely. I feel most alive in the fall, with cool breezes, chilly nights, a roaring fireplace, snuggled cozy and happy under a blanket.
Meanwhile…it’s roughly 500 million degrees outside right now, and I get a sunburn strolling to the mailbox. *sigh* Fall is on the way eventually, though, right?

Every gardener loves a rainy day, especially during the steamy, roasting summer, when the plants really need that drink (and we really need that break from lugging the watering can and hose all over the yard in the baking sun). This weekend, my husband and I still spent a little time in the yard, but since the rain was on and off steadily both days, we got chased inside.
I was glad. I love working in the yard with my husband, but the break from manual labor was wonderful. (Not being sweaty and coated with dirt was a welcome change of pace as well!)
I love being with him. I don’t even care what we’re doing. At one point, we were kicked back on the couch, both of us reading, and I felt so content and peaceful, just knowing he was nearby.
We have date night every Saturday, and we went out to dinner. We got caught in heavy rain on the way to the restaurant, and he had broken his umbrella earlier and forgot to put a new one in the truck, so we were dripping when we sat down. Well, he was, much more so than me, since he dropped me off at the front before parking, but I still had to sprint through the courtyard to the covered entrance of the restaurant. We were laughing, plucking at our wet clothes, damp hair. Nothing that fresh baked bread, Italian food, and laughing at our own outrageously hilarious jokes (ahem) couldn’t fix!
Last night, we stayed up much too late. He was stretched out with his head in my lap, and he kept saying we should head to bed, but then he didn’t get up. I asked him why he hadn’t gotten up yet, and he said, “I’m not ready for the weekend to end yet.”
Fair enough. We stayed up until we could barely hold our eyes open, like defiant little kids fighting sleep. When we admitted defeat and finally went to bed, I fell asleep practically before I even pulled the covers up.
This morning, heading off in our different directions for work, I missed him before I even left the house. There’s only one thing to do, then: start planning our next date night…and buy an umbrella!


Because without any of this…what do you really have?