It was late Friday evening, and the sky was overcast. As per tradition, Marty and I watched Numbers at 9:00, after which Marty disappeared. Up to something...
A little while later he called me into the kitchen, then led me out back onto the patio, where I was greeted by a long row of candles, a makeshift fire screen, and two deck chairs. And two plates piled high with marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers. Now this is perfection.
There was a strong "tropical" breeze which made the candle flames flicker, and the faint aromas of FreshCutGrass and Pumpkin Spice. (Did I mention they were scented candles?) Think beach-house in Tahiti. (Not that I've been there.) Marty even arranged a distant lightning show for our viewing pleasure.
We roasted/scorched several marshmallows and watched the brilliant flashes in the sky and thought how lovely it is just to be together. We had just finished cleaning up when the raindrops started to fall.
Yep, I'm the luckiest girl in the world.