Always get married early in the morning. That way, if it doesn’t work out, you haven’t wasted a whole day.
Mickey Rooney (1920 – )
In honour of our forgotten anniversary and my restraint over the last 4 years not having maimed my husband I thought I would resurrect an incident I have previously written about. I’m saying this because there is a good chance it will feel like déjà vu if the 2 or 3 people that actually read my blog have read that previous post from 2009.
Not much has changed in 4 years. There is still a balancing act you do as a couple, and a relationship that despite your best efforts include ‘ex’s, kids, loaner kids, extended family that are still expressing opinions about marriages that are long over with, etc. etc.
Sleeping with someone requires a high level of trust, over time we have now perfected the sleeping style, his arm here, my leg there, we shift during the night accommodating each other.
One night while he spooned me and I listened to his soft breathing as he slept, his arm draped gently across me, my bum nestled into his tummy.
I let one go.
As I was bouncing from suppressing a giggle to extreme mortification he whispered,
“You’re so Pretty”