This blog post has been brewing for a few days. It wasn’t until very early this morning as I sat drinking coffee with T that I even began to attempt to put the words together.
T and I had fallen asleep on the couch as we often do on the weekends. We watched a movie all snuggled up and warm on the couch. When the movie was over, we turned on an episode of The Office. It was the one where Michael proposes to Holly. I had watched it the other night with Em. It was so sweet that I wanted T to see it, too. I loved watching it again, and I loved seeing T smile at all the right parts. Even after the show was over, we stayed in our spots on the couch. We halfheartedly talked about getting ready for bed, but it was so warm and cozy. We were so sleepy and so comfortable.
The next thing I knew, it was morning and T was in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee. I wandered in with a smile on my face and told him that I was kind of enjoying our weird pack mentality when it came to sleeping. There is something so delicious about drifting off to sleep right where you sit compared to the formality and routine of getting ready for bed. He agreed. Falling to sleep like that is wonderful, but damn, are we ever sore in the mornings from sleeping all night in awkward positions. We laughed a little more as we both stood there trying to stretch out the kinks.
These odd sleeping arrangements have become our habit as of late on Friday and Saturday nights. We skip the bed and the bedroom. We nest and nestle in for sleep wherever we are comfortable at the time. The best thing of all are the mornings. It is just the two of us wandering around downstairs. We haven’t had the luxury of lingering over coffee and conversation in the kitchen for many years. Strangely, I am reminded of my grandparents. As a child, I can remember waking up at their house and coming into the kitchen as they both sat at the table sipping their coffee. It was a warm, peaceful feeling of contentment to see them there. Now that is T and I. It makes me feel old, yet content, all at the same time.
As we finished up in the kitchen this morning, I told T that I was going to go upstairs and write before the girls woke up. He stopped and looked at me. “What are you going to write about?” He had never, ever asked me that question before. I have been blogging for two years, but he has never asked me one question about it. I don’t hide the fact that I’m writing. Many times I have come to him to talk about a particular blog post or a comment that I have received. Until this morning, though, he has never asked me what I was going to write about. Today he asked, so I poured another cup of coffee and asked him to join me at the table. Continue Reading »