When I was younger I didn’t dream of weddings and husbands and babies. I dreamt of International businesses and advertising campaigns and nice bags. I was not even going to consider anything so domestic, so mundane as marriage and family until I was AT LEAST 30. No way. But life did what life does. And I found myself announcing that I was engaged, at the ripe old age of 20. To say other people were surprised would be an understatement. I’m sure a lot of them thought I was crazy given I’d only known my now Hubby for 6 weeks.
I probably was.
Looking back, I definitely was. It was such an impulsive and faith filled move that it impresses me to this day. 20 year old me picked well, might I add. She did good. I’m not sure 30 year old me {whomever she turns out to be} would have been that faithful. That brave. Ours was one of those relationships where you just know, that old cliché to end all cliché’s, fits. We knew. Our lives were improved from the presence of the other. We were ourselves, but even more awesome. When people saw us together, even they KNEW.
And I was reminded of this, not last night, the night before. I’d had three bad night’s sleep in a row. Less than 5 hours a night. And big days between. I was exhausted. I went for a shower just after 8pm and Hubby tells me I was asleep when he came to check on me at 9pm. My first memory after just lying down for a second, after my shower, was when I woke up, in bed, alone. At about 3am.
Kel, I called out {because THAT is my Hubby’s name, sort of, it’s Kelvin}. I thought he might be still up and watching tv or something. His voice called back to me from the floor of our room. From the foot of our bed. What are you doing? I said, drowsy but waking up a little now. Get up here, I said with a pout into the darkness.
He was by my side in a moment and explained that when he came in I was in the middle of the bed. And knowing that I needed the sleep he didn’t want to disturb me. Instead, he had dragged a mattress off one of the spare beds. Made himself a bed at the foot of the bed. He knew, he said matter of factly, if I woke up and he wasn’t there, I’d freak out a little. So that’s why he made a bed, instead of sleeping in one of the guest rooms. Cynical me couldn’t help but think the air con was a major lure too, but the romantic in me let this slide.
Oh. I said. Naaaaaw, I love you too. And then I curled myself around him, thanked him for being all kinds of awesome and fell asleep as he ran his fingers through my hair.
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