No, silly, not just a rock that you'd find laying on the ground. No, not even The Rock (Jesus, I mean, not Dwayne Johnson).
This rock is the one I call my husband. He is my simple pleasure today.
I have to say, I am one who can remain calm during medical emergencies. Have an emotional or spiritual issue? I have you covered. Take away my heater and all other electrical devices when it is 18 degrees with a windchill of 4 and I. Flip. Out.
I didn't know about the rolling blackouts that were to descend upon our city and at promptly 7:56 AM, just as I was about to warm my tea in the microwave, everything shut down.
There was no ice. Very little wind. What could be the cause?
Oh my goodness. I look at my husband. Hannah and I are going to freeze. We have no heat. No oven. No stove. No microwave. We won't even have a hot shower! I'm not even good at keeping a fire going! And we are running out of firewood. There won't be any left in the entire city!
He started packing his bag for work. Casually, nonchalantly, like there was no big deal.
Where do you think you are going? You can't leave me here!
You really have no survival skills do you? he says.
And your first clue was...
But see, he knows that I really don't panic often, but when I do, there is absolutely nothing (well, besides the almighty power of God) that calms me down until the issue is relatively fixed.
And so, he stayed. And I was comforted because I knew that if push came to shove and the power never did come back on, he would lead me and our two little girls on the path to survival. He would be strong. He would be steady.
I'm linking up with Dayle at Simple Pleasures.