How My Morning Started

I saw the sweetest thing this morning. The sweetest thing I have seen in a long time. I had to get up at an ungodly hour for work. Before I left I noticed my husband was lying on my pillow...on my side of the bed. He never sleeps on my side of the bed.


He might borrow my pillow if I am not in bed and he is sitting up watching t.v. And...he might roll over that imaginary line onto my side in the middle of the night and sleep close to me. But I don't recall ever, in eighteen years of marriage seeing him sleeping on my side of the bed. Never fully, all the way on my side. When two people are married that long they don't just switch sides!


He just got home last night from being out of town for work for 3 weeks.  I'm telling myself he missed me. It's possible he was so tired last night that when I got out of bed he got a little disoriented by all the open space and ended up on the wrong side...but I'd like to think maybe it was a little bit of missing me that drew him to the emptiness where I used to be.

I love that after all this time he can still amaze me in such a way!