Yes he must really really love me.
And yes ok maybe I took it a bit too far.
I mean they were calling for severe thunderstorms after
all, but somehow since it was our last night before picking up the kids, I
wanted it to be special.
And besides I love the sound of rain.
Each time we walk down the hill towards out sleeping hut
on the dock I say the same thing” We are the only people on the lake that are
doing this” and my husband says” No in the world actually. Oh no..there are probably
some people in Africa sleeping in mud huts too”
We say this each time. And laugh. Or I laugh anyways.
So yes of course the rain started severely at 4am. I had
taken a sleeping pill (just in case!) so I snored away and did not hear it. He
not only heard it but had that rain drip from the gazebo onto this face it was
so heavy. Yes. Then he woke me up.
I was scared. Not of the rain, but of him. I knew I was
in big trouble.
Wait until I told him I forgot the flashlight in the
kitchen.
Is it my fault his computer got wet? I mean we had to
watch Dowton Abbey on our last night right?
So towels on head and in pouring rain we go up to bed. I
think he tripped and fell in a hole on the way up-I just tried to ignore it as
I knew if I made conversation he would bark at me.
We went up to bed in our real bed (haven’t seen it much
lately) he quickly closed all the blinds and the door and said “sleep”
(I knew he really loved me when he offered to open a
window because he knows I love the sound of rain so much).
I graciously accepted.
I was ready this morning to be yelled and screamed at.
Nothing was said. Not a word.
I guess this was my anniversary gift? Along with my
promise of plastic bowls?
And I would like to have it again and again and again
please.
Sleeping on the dock, rain or no rain, is my version of
heaven.
