A love story

It’s 4 am and I crawl back into bed after another middle-of-the-night run to get pacifiers or drinks to our sick little girls who keep waking up screaming about once or twice every hour. I’m dead tired and I let out a soft sigh. Oufff… Could we please, please have some sleep here now??

I snuggle up under my blanket and start to relax again as my little corner of the world gets warm and cozy once more. I can hear Denise, my wife, breathing softly nearby. She’s actually just a few inches away, but she’s facing away from me and to the best of my knowledge, she’s either sleeping or trying to. I settle down on my own side of the bed and quietly start drifting back to sleep.      Then Denise suddenly moves in a little closer and my heart skips a beat as I feel the soft warmth of her body close to mine. I roll over and reach out with one arm, embracing her and pulling her close. Then I snuggle up, bury my face in her hair and inhale deeply.

Mmmmmmmmmm… Now, I’ll admit there are times when I might feel different, but as of right now, I pretty much feel like I’m holding an angel. Well, maybe not an angel, but close enough. Everything about her is soft, warm, sweet-smelling and wonderful.

I’m in Paradise. Or close enough for now.

Tomorrow will be another busy day. Maybe we’ll be stressed out and grumpy with each other again for parts of it. It happens. I often wish it didn’t, but it does, and it’s really not all her fault - even though I'll admit that I some times like to pretend it is. But for here and now, I don’t need to worry about any of that stuff. I don’t need to worry about anything at all. As I’m slowly drifting back to sleep, I am happy just lying here holding her close. And no matter what happens later, she’s my wife and I love her. And that’s just not going to change.