Wayne and I had a fabulous day yesterday.   After church and lunch we spent an hour pool walking.  We turned the music up, full blast, and walked around the pool.  When a particularly good song played I couldn’t help but to break into a dance.  Anyone watching me might have suspected I was drowning as I tossed my hands into the air, swiveling my hips and slashing around.  Wayne simply walked.  He’s too cool to get caught making a fool of himself.  We laughed and chattered, talking about our travel plans this summer (a road trip), and then sat outside and read together.  As we got ready for bed last night, I couldn’t help thinking how fortunate I am to have my husband be my best friend.