My husband?!?...

Tommy called last Saturday night & left a message, as I was already asleep. Obviously had a few 'pops' under his belt, but God — that deep, slurry voice & Cajun drawl made my toes curl & heart melt. "Hey girrrrrrrl, I miss ya," he said. I returned it early Sunday, but got his voicemail. He finally called back late in the afternoon & asked if I was going to be home later, that he'd call when he got home as he was in his car, navigating the Causeway.

He called back about half an hour later — turns out he'd been in Nawlins with friends all day, since early morning, watching some major golf tourney in Britain. But instead of a lot of the flirtatious talk we usually engage in, he got right to the point. Very un-Tommy-like. "I think it's time. I'm finally ready," he said, very softly.

We've talked since but I'm still wondering, a week later, if this was, or was not, an actual proposal...

Guess I'll just have to wait & see...