I started writing last night. It was to be beautiful – not just the words, but the subject and the way in which I was writing. I had this feeling “this is going to be epic”.
I woke up still clutching my notebook and my pen in my neck. I got about 2 legible sentences in, then it got a wee bit jumbled. In the middle of the page I wrote (in the worst handwriting possible) “M ON AMBIEN. this is starting toooooork”. Several lines later I write my last with “lckea” and something that looks like saw teeth.
But trust me, it truly was going to be a masterpiece. I’m not quite in that same groove now, but I’ll see what I can do to try to convey what I was feeling last night.
We were lying in bed unwinding after a 3 day weekend. We spent the day at her folks’ home with her brother and dog. I felt like I had driven 8 hours that day, it was only about 2 and a half total, but still, winding down was much-needed. I kept glancing over at her and couldn’t stop smiling. I would drive 8 hours a day if it meant I could sleep next to her each night. Her hair fallen down on the pillow, framing her face, put a lump in my throat. At one moment after we shut the light off and decided it was time for bed, I laid perfectly still hoping she’d touch me in some way. Her foot brushed mine and I experienced a subdued excitement because this will be happening as long as we both shall live.
I guess the point of this, is, we’re married and my brain sometimes can’t seem to hold in that excitement. She’s stuck with me and my sappy weirdness.