So Alpha Hubby left me.

Oh, don’t worry.  It was against his will.  He had to go out of town for work.  He hates going out of town.  I love it but he can’t always take me.  I hate when he can’t take me.

So before he left, I fixed him an awesome preview of his birthday dinner that he will get when he comes home.  He can never get enough of both items on the menu – me and rack of lamb, not necessarily in that order.

The rack of lamb was super yummy – a first for me.  We usually only get it in restaurants, but this time I wanted him to have more.  The “me” portion of the evening was not super yummy.  No, it was H*A*W*T.  I can’t give you details on that since it would cause you to blush.  Or him.  Or he’d kill me.  Whatever.

Then Sunday morning, this is what I see.  I love foggy mornings.

And then,

this is what I saw.

ADRIENNE!!!!

 You know, Adrienne Barbeau?  Fog?  Sucked into the Fog?  The movie “The Fog” (1980, not remake)???  Or maybe even Rocky?  Or, horror of all horrors:

SWAMP THING!  And yeah, it was pretty bad but we watched it anyway!  WHY?

BECAUSE OF THIS.  Happy adolescent boys of that generation. She was everywhere.  All the time. And I don’t mean geographically.

 

Today this is the email I received.

I smiled but I knew he was not a happy camper.  Apparently this particular hotel, which is not on the lower end of hotel-scale, is old (the bed still has SPRINGS) and in no way desires to update their services.   Poor baby.

So in the meantime, I heard the song, Bless the Broken Road (Rascal Flatts), for the first time.  I cried my eyes out then promptly sent him the link because this song completely explains it, for me.

God blessed the broken road that led me straight to him.  Before him were roads of chaos and hurt, fear, terror, and NOT happiness.  No joy, no peace, no true love.

I did set out hoping for true love and got lost a time or two.  I kept going until I just started spending the years “just passing through” my life.  I quit expecting.  I quit dreaming.  I just lived my life, day by day, looking down and not forward.  What was there to look forward to?

But God blessed the broken road and I became part of a grander plan that day in 1994 when I walked toward my cubicle and ran into my destiny.

So even though I watched him drive away Sunday heading for Tennessee, I know with complete confidence that he’ll find his way back to me this Friday evening.  I love true and unconditional love.

And he needs to come home because he deals with things like this for me.  The first picture is to give you a perspective of the size of the light fixture (i.e., not that big).  The second pix is WHAT he had to deal with and HOW big that suckah was.

 

BLESS THE BROKEN ROAD
Rascal Flatts

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you

Chorus:
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years I spent just passing through
I’d like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You’ve been there you understand
It’s all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Chorus:
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

Now I’m just rollin’ home into my lover’s arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you