And then there are nights like tonight, laying in the darkness next to my husband, typing madly with my thumbs or index fingers and relying on autocorrect to speed things along--or make really hilarious mistakes.
Nights like tonight are when I lay down in bed, and feel immediately comfortable and relaxed and at peace. Sometimes that sensation of tranquility is directly related to wine, and sometimes it isn't. Tonight is a bit of both.
Nights like tonight are when I luxuriously stretch out my toes to the bottom of the bed. I am the perfect temperature. Our uber-fancy temperpedic-ish bed is cradling my body in a sublime blend of soft give and hard support. My husband is breathing loudly and evenly in his sleep in the darkness next to me, and my little dog--my living teddy bear--is curled up against my side.
One of my favorite feelings in the world is when I have clean sheets and freshly-shaved legs, and I have both tonight (possibly too much information, but who cares?). And If I'm OCD about anything, it's that my blankets have to be JUST SO before I can relax enough to try and sleep. At this moment, my blankets are just so.
Sean took me out to a steakhouse tonight with his birthday money. It was date night, and we sat in the gaudy-gothic-fab Latin restaurant and talked and ate and laughed and drank, just the two of us. Sometimes when people who have kids say, "what do you mean, 'just the two of you?' Isn't it always just the two of you?" I begin to think they have a fair point, and I feel stupid and selfish for not wanting to share our time with others. But then I have to step back and look at our situation. We both work full time, or more than full time. Sean travels for two weeks of the month, usually. Weekends are taken up with errands and housework. We have standing Monday night dinners with his sister and our nephew. Weeknights are full of dishes and email and work triage on the couch with laptops and iPads. We're side-by-side, but not really together.
When I say, "just the two of us," I mean no laptops, no emails, no tv or cell phones or iPads. Just us. And on nights like tonight, everything feels just perfect. I am so lucky to have my husband, and sometimes can't believe my good fortune to have snagged him. He's better than I deserve. And for reasons I don't understand and can't logically follow, he seems to think the same about me.
The wine might be getting to me. I might regret this post later. But for now, in the darkness and surrounded by what I hold most dear, I am blessed.
I am blessed.
