Late Friday night, The Mr. came to bed and snuggled up close to me.

"You scared me this afternoon," he said quietly into my ear.

I had been asleep for some time, but his footsteps woke me. Or perhaps I was sleeping lightly.

"I know," I said. "I was scared, too."

We shared one of those moments Friday afternoon that makes you see so many things in a different way, makes you appreciate even more the people who are there for you.

That morning, I had been feeling a little down about some things. After dropping off No. 2 at the sitter after preschool, I called The Mr. just to chat, but he could hear it in my voice and asked me to come by his office.

"You seem really down," he said hugging me.

"I am," I said.

I just couldn't bring myself to go home or back to my office at that point. I had an itch that I couldn't reach and needed to just be somewhere different--figuratively and literally. We decided to hit a drive through and eat our lunch looking over a familiar lake.

Pulling into the park, I felt a weirdness that I knew was more than my mood. I wanted to dig into my lunch, but needed to check my sugar first.

"Ah, 53," I said to The Mr. showing him my meter. "No wonder I felt weird."

I grabbed a couple fries thinking that would keep my sugar from going any lower while I gave what I thought was a conservative bolus for a high-carb lunch. A meal, I should mention, that I've had countless times and taken likely the same amount of insulin I took on Friday afternoon with no problems.

With the car off and the windows cracked just a bit, the crisp autumn wind made us both comment out loud how much we love this time of year. I looked at the clock and thought to myself that I was going to be late back to the office, but I made no effort to rush back. The Mr. pointed out a line of geese on the other side of the lake, and we admired the sun flickering on the lake like Christmas lights.

I had just finished eating. Sitting back, I felt, for lack of a better word, odd. I don't know what made me think I needed to check my sugar again just minutes after the last check, but I pulled the meter out and went through the motions.

Part II: How Low Can You Go?