My husband has a slight obsession with meteorology. He loves, and I mean, LOVES tracking storms and weather systems. In fact, he doesn’t just enjoy stalking the hurricanes coming up the coast, but any rain or snow that heads our way. But since it’s now officially hurricane season, I can tell you he’ll be especially glued to his iPhone Weather Underground app and gleefully calculating the exact location of Earl, Fiona, and whoever comes. I’ll hear shouts of “Batten down the hatches!” and know Grey has found his happy place on the Weather Channel.
However, something tells me he may be going a little overboard with storm preparations though. He didn’t want to board up the windows of our house, but he did make me go out and buy jugs of water and canned goods, “just in case.” Maybe it’s the former Navy man in him, but he takes his foul weather preparations very seriously.
Being married to someone like Grey makes it hard to ever worry. Why bother thinking about bothersome things like nasty weather, finances, or car maintenance when he’s worried enough about all that for 10 people? Truly, since our wedding day, I must say, I never have a care in the world. There’s no need to stress because I know if things are ever really looking dark — my ever vigilant husband will worry enough for both of us.