Gone for my girl

I am off to pick my lovely Jane up from the airport. I am ready for a weekend of sheer happiness and joy. Yippie. I love you Jane. Today Jane had to do lots of driving. And since the weather is absolutely abysmal, I asked her to text me whenever she had arrived safely. And she did. She is sweet. Someone at work accuded me of acting like a mother. I don't. I just worry about my love being out on the roads when there is snow and ice.