Wednesday was the third wedding anniversary for my husband and I. We planned a lovely evening, going out to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants and then out to see a movie. Sometime during the movie it began to rain, which was very welcome as it's been incredibly hot and humid here lately. All the way home we talked about the parts of the movie we enjoyed. Just before we were about to turn into our driveway, we passed what looked like a large leaf....unusual because the neighborhood is new construction and there aren't any large trees. I told Chris to back the car up carefully, and through the steady rain we could see a HUGE toad in our headlights. I didn't want someone to run over the poor guy, so I hopped out of the car and into the rain to carry him to the safety of our lawn. My husband, of course, laughs at my lack of concern over the rain...especially because it's replaced by concern for the large toad. I escort the toad to the our yard while my husband parks the car and then joins me to look at just how big this guy is. And a "crazy photographer" moment strikes :-) You all know the ones I'm talking about.

So I look at my husband in the way that only women can, and ask if he would pretty pretty please bring out an umbrella and a flashlight while I get my camera....so that I can take pictures of the toad.

As he smiles, shakes his head, and starts towards the house to retrieve the requested items, I'm struck again by just how much I love him. It's not everyone in the world that would share my joy over a large toad found in the rain. And those who would patiently hold an umbrella and flashlight while I snap away with my camera must literally be one in a billion.