After a hot day at work and an active evening in martial arts class we return home to find the garage flooded and the creek a rising. Literally. We should be okay. But I do feel bad for others who don’t have electric or have worse flooding.
Husband goes wading through the garage and I go wading through the yard.
Inside I try to get stuff put away from class and get some things ready for work in the morning.
I thought I was a little low on the hydration reserves so I opened the refrigerator to look in for a water bottle. As I tilted my head towards the light in the darkening house I heard softly, whispery behind my left shoulder, a little higher than my head…. “Colleen”.
Now you can believe what you want to believe. All I know is what I heard. I looked out the window and saw Husband in the garage.
I wasn’t scared.
I wasn’t worried.
I was surprised.
I was a little impressed he knew my name. Maybe he wanted me to know that he knew my name.
We should all live in a place where every one knows your name.
He knows it. I suppose I should try to learn his.