So here it is, somehow 2010, somehow a new decade.
Last night, we experienced an extended power outtage. From 6 pm until just past midnight, we only had each other and the soft light of candles. I managed to get Husbandly One talking about his time in th army, his service during the Portuguese Revolution in the Seventies, story after story after story. When our house became too cold to continue sitting in te livingroom, we cuddled together in bed, but he did not stop talking.
I love those times, the times when he tells me who he really is, who he really was.
Power came back on at 1:00 am. We both got out of our warm bed, he so he could check his on-line soccer league, me so I could get something to eat. I then went to bed.
He woke me at 5:00 am to you know....(sorry, family members) And when we were done, when neither one of us could think rationally anymore, I flung my arm around him and said, "I love you."
He pulled me closer to him, pushed his cold feet against mine, and sighed, "I love you,too."
Is there anything better than lying in bed in a warm house, with the person you love, knowing nothing can hurt you?