Merry Christmas everyone. I hope that all of your shopping and running around is done and that you can take some time and relax and spend time with your families. Today is the last day I'm working this week, so I'll have a little time to do last minute things and then relax before the big day. In honor of Christmas, and family, I thought I'd switch things up a bit and tell an old, sweet story today.
Rock and I dated casually for a year or so, then gradually got more and more serious, eventually deciding to move in together. One night, when we were still in the casual dating phase, he called me to tell me that there was a hurricane moving in that night. He wanted to make sure that I had a flashlight and batteries and enough food to get by if the power went out. (I was a 20-something year old female - my entire decorating scheme was candles. I assured him I was good on light.) He also wanted to make sure that I had thought to fill up my car with gas and get money from an ATM, because I wouldn't be able to do either if the power went out. We talked for a little while longer, then hung up. After I hung up the phone, I realized that he had told me he loved me. Not in words, I knew he wasn't ready for that step yet, but by his actions.
God bless us, every one.