Sometimes... love takes me by surprise. Winds me. Makes it so I can't breathe.

Last night, three miles into my run, it started raining. Sheets of sleet, slanting sideways, pelting against my face. What can you expect in December?

I'm soaked through, and who should appear, headlights slicing through the freezing rain? My husband.

Sometimes... I forget how simple love can be. How I deserve this.

I am forgetful, what can I say?