. . . calmly woke me up this morning and said, "Boo, do me a favor. Put some clothes in this suitcase". My first thought was "Oh God, he's sick and has to go in the hospital after work and didn't tell me - how like him."
I think I managed to choke out "why?"
"You need clothes for Honeymoon."
On Saturday we will celebrate out ten year anniversary. Not for a nice weekend somewhere, but 8-10 days and we leave as soon as he gets home from work. I have no idea where. Heck, we just got back from Vegas.
My husband. He loves me.