Spoiled (adj.): Emily

On Wednesday, the weather in Utah was...not so pleasant. Around 4:00, the drizzling rain turned into a waterfall. It was POURING. Michael and I were both on campus for classes, and I was dreading that we'd have to walk home in the deluge. I'd brought an umbrella, but...yeah, it was that kind of rain. Forest Gump rain. Sideways rain, up-and-down rain, stinging rain, etc, etc.

Well, by the time we got out of class at 6:00ish, the rain had slowed back down to sprinkling, though there were muddy little puddles everywhere. When I'd left the house in the morning, there really wasn't much of a hint of rain and it was supposed to be rather warm, so I'd worn jeans, a light sweatshirt, and flip-flops. As I walked up the stairs and across puddles on my way to meet up with Michael, I flip flopped rain right up onto...everything: my sweatshirt, my shirt, the backs of my legs, my bag...you name it.

Michael greeted a rather soggy, disheveled me in his usual sunshine-y way, and we started our walk home together. Michael was such a perfect gentleman. Without skipping a beat of the conversation, he was helping me around puddles and trying to make sure I made it across muddy patches or cracked sidewalks and trying hard to hold at least one of my hands at all times. We arrive back at our apartment to realize that the puddles all settle right in front of our back door. So after crossing one final muddy puddle, we made it home.

When we walked in the door, our apartment was warm and cozy. Michael had cleaned, and had moved the tv into our room. While I changed into my favorite snuggly pink jammies and soaked my feet in some warm water for a few minutes, he heated us up some yummy minestrone. We ate soup and warm rolls in bed as we watched a movie he knew I would like more than he would have necessarily and enjoyed the cozy protection of our apartment against the blustery, gray outside.

I can't tell you how much of a blessing it is to be married to someone who takes care of me in every way. I'd be lost without his sweetness. No matter how busy he is, no matter what's on his to-do list, he always--always--makes time for me and time to tell me he loves me. He has me completely figured out. He knows exactly what I need. I'm spoiled rotten.