Today's Wife Wednesday is written by my dear friend Danielle. You can learn about her here.
Let me give you just a little background about Dan and
I. Tomorrow will be our 10-year
anniversary! We do not have any
children, but we have two dogs (which we find to be enough responsibility for
us at this time). In these past 10
years, I can count on one hand the times Dan has been worried about my safety
leaving the house. He does not worry
about someone taking me or assaulting me, nor do I worry about those types of
things. I am fairly confident that any
would-be attacker will lose a vital appendage to my teeth or death grip. Dan understands this and lets me roam freely.
One summer night, not long after getting our dogs, I could
not sleep. The dogs kept scratching,
which led me to believe they had fleas.
The thought of fleas, much like lice, creates the need to scratch. (Did
you just scratch your head?) I developed
an insomniac’s paranoia and was certain the bed and carpet were infested with
fleas. I had to remedy this problem
right then. “Right then” happened to be
2:00 am. I got up and went to Walmart on
a mission to buy flea powder for both the dogs and carpet. Dan was sound asleep when I left.
Meanwhile, Dan wakes up to Scout scratching at the bedroom
door- the universal sign of, “let me out, or I will pee on the carpet.” In his half-awake state, he doesn’t notice
that I am not in the bed. Dan follows
Scout to the back door where he usually sits and waits patiently to be hooked
up to the tie out. Instead, Scout runs
out the door to the front yard. Dan
chases him down and brings him into the house and Scout proceeds to check every
room of the house. This has Dan a little
worked up; he turns on lights and checks everything out before returning to
bed. Upon returning to bed he finds it
empty….
“Danielle, where are you?”
Dan checks the bathroom.
He knows the downstairs is empty, because he just searched it. He attempts to check the guest room. It’s locked.
“Danielle, are you in there?”
Dan begins to think.
Maybe she went in
there to sleep. Bang louder so she will
wake up. No response to the
banging. Let me check to see if the balcony door is locked. Our bedroom and the guest room have access to
the same balcony. That door is locked as
well.
Then Dan’s mind goes into rapid fire.
Maybe someone climbed
up the balcony! That’s why Scout ran to
the front of the house; he must have heard it!
They came in our balcony door, took my sleeping wife, and they are
holding her hostage in our guest room!
I’ll call the police. No time for
that, they could be assaulting her right now!
Plus, they could go out the other door while I stand waiting at this
one! I’ll break down the door and fight
them!!!
Happy 10th Anniversary to my protector and defender! I love you, Dan, more today than I did 10
years ago!
