Friday night and dinner was chicken smothered with tomatoes and cheese, and a side of fettucini alfredo. The wine was chilled and the evening was warm.
Then the beeper/pager went off - his, not mine. Mine is to alert me to a crisis at work.
When his beeper goes off, it means there's a fire.
Out the door he bounds, jumping in to the red truck with the blue light on top and away he goes.
I wonder if I will ever see him again. That's the life of a fireman and a fireman's wife.
New rules. “Kiss me before you leave, even if it's just in the air.”
Me and the dogs and the dinner and the wine.
I sat at the table for just a moment longer, enjoying the quiet and saying a little prayer he would be all right.
I don't know what made me look up, but I did.
Out the window to see the most magnificent sunset I have ever seen.
I ran to get the camera took some pictures, when I heard him behind me.
“False alarm…” he said, relieved. As was I.
“Look” I said, pointing outside the window.
“Yes” he answered, shaking his head.
“Magnificent, isn't it? People were pulled over in their cars, light bulbs flashing to take these pictures.
I was coming to get you,” he said.
“You don't see this in the city” and we both smiled.
A beautiful reminder that everything is going to be all right.
