A couple of nights ago, Mark and I were enjoying a walk around our apartment complex. We meandered our way to the pool side and stood chatting in the cool, September breeze. We talked about how wonderful it was to be married, how excited we were about the quickly approaching fall, and how disappointing it was that Mark had not taken advantage of the apartment pool this past summer. We continued to chat and then Mark looked at me somewhat seriously and asked, “You’ve been swimming in the pool, right?” I answered in the affirmative, and then the most shockingly funny event occurred. My husband bolted full-speed toward the pool and did an end-over-end somersault into the water. It shocked me so much I screamed, fearful he had been hurt in the shallow pool. Once I saw him emerge from the water smiling, I started laughing hysterically. Mark was wearing street clothes, (not swimming attire) and the water in the pool was the opposite of warm. He didn’t stay in long. After emerging from the chilly water, he was happy to report that now we had both been swimming in the pool. Laughing the entire way, and Mark shivering, we made our way back to our apartment. It’s so wonderful to be married and have a husband to share all of life’s little blessing with — both the expected and spontaneous ones.