Set Yourself on Fire

The title of the cd is not to be taken literally.
Unfortunately, the flames of the bbq grill got the better of me. I was engulfed by a large wall of fire, lighting up my entire right arm, dress and hair. I reacted quickly and thankfully the dress was flame retardant.

I was embarassed by my human error and didn't want him to see my charred hair and skin, so I toweled off in the bathroom by the pool, thinking I could pass off the accident without him knowing. As the veil of soot was slowly lifted, and the seering pain intensified, I knew I'd have to trudge back up those stairs and let him know that I had once again failed miserably.

However horrific the event of yesterday's eve, the resulting trend in my relationship was entirely worth it. I saw a side of him that had previously been foreign to me, as I haven't really been sick or injured since the inception of our courtship. Suddenly, this caretaker emerged, planting kisses on my forehead and attempting to hug out my affliction.
After everyone had gone home, he confessed his humility and realization of the depths of his love, and admitted that he uttered a thankful prayer in the aftermath, nearly bringing me to tears.

For the past two days, he's helped me change clothes, dressed my wounds and done an excellent job of nursing his little burn patient back to recovery. I'd always wondered exactly how he'd be if I ever really needed him, and he's proven yet again just how incredible he really is. The more I write, the more I'm realizing how inadequate these words express my feelings and how annoying that is.

I incurred 1st and 2nd degree burns to the majority of my right arm and hand and singed off some hair, and I am truly thankful that it wasn't any worse than it was...but mostly, I'm thankful for what's come from it, and for the amazing man that I have in my life.