In the dark of night, after the kids are put to bed, I slip silently into bed next to my already sleeping husband. The cool sheets sliding over me as I move from my side closer to him. His warmth is like a warm summer night. His skin is smooth and fresh from a shower he took before going to sleep.
It's been days since we went to sleep at the same time, days since he wasn't so tired that he slipped immediately into a deep slumber. His demanding job and long hours make it hard for us to connect. He is ready for sleep long before it is the kids bedtime.
This leaves dinner preparation, dinner clean up, homework and kid baths, plus bedtime snack all up to me. Where normally we complete each other, working together like a well oiled machine. Complementing each other like a well matched winter scarf and coat.
No complaints from me, only a longing for conversations that aren't crammed into a harried two hour rush to get his dinner on the table, his downtime, and kids that are excited to see daddy. I find myself with a long list of things I need to go over with him, things that are being pushed aside. I sigh and long for lying in bed with a soccer diatribe on the television a book in my lap and going over the day's business quietly and calmly and relaxed.
I miss my husband pulling me tight against me, I miss his arms wrapped solidly around me. I miss slowly falling to sleep together.
Instead I find myself sliding into bed next to him and pressing against him as he snore oblivious to me being there and drifting off to sleep with the sound of his snores lulling me into dream land.
Instead a verse, I'm going to recommend reading the Song of Solomon, for that is the truest love story and the best way to express the love I have for my husband.
Chapter 1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
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