I’ve been married for 13+ years. I started dating my bride when I was in high school. Since I was 17, I’ve been in love with her. That love has evolved though. The older our relationship got, the stronger it’s become. My bride has taught me many things. Too many to write out. Loyalty may be the trait I’ve taken from her above all others. Being away from her makes me realize this. As I lay in my hotel room, I’m reminded of the things we’ve been through.
Every now and again I’ll take a “trip” without her. This particular one is a few states away for 3 baseball games with my father in law. While I love my father in law very much, he’s not near as good looking as my bride. We may be 400 miles away, but modern technology has bridged that gap. We talk, we look at the Facebook, we snapchat, and FaceTime. Point is, although we aren’t physically together, she’s always with me. I think about her constantly. I’m truly blessed to be married to my best friend.
For this particular post, I’ll save the incidents. I won’t bore you with the Ramen incident or the can wars. I will however say this, my brides love for me hasn’t wavered and that makes me want to be a better man. Without her loyalty to those vows she made 13+ years ago, I’m sure I wouldn’t be in this hotel bed today. Speaking of hotel beds;
I woke up at 5am this morning. I went to bed without my bride last night. It was very difficult for me to get comfortable. I didn’t know where to put my hands or arms. Do I sleep on my back or stomach? Do I figure 4 my legs or leave them straight? Why are these damn covers tucked into the bed not allowing me to move? I now have 3 gigantic pillows and no idea where to put them or what to do with them. Finally after none of these questions get answered, I fall asleep. I’m awaken a short time later by the misery of what is sleeping alone.
5am rolls around and now I’m awake. No wife, no kids, no plans till 10:30 am. “This is going to be amazing!! I’m sleeping in till 9am!!! No kids to wake this guy up!!” Famous last words of an ignorant man who misses his family. I’ve always known my bride has super powers but what she did this morning surpasses even her talent of changing a diaper with one hand in the dark. This morning, she placed her arm around me and helped me get back to sleep. 400 miles away and she still touches me. I realized it didn’t matter how I slept. It wasn’t the foreign bed that gave me the restless night or even all the covers tucked into the bed. It wasn’t my father in law snoring either. I missed my bride.
In her own way she took care of me again. She mad me realize it’s not the bed that makes me comfortable, it’s her that comforts me. Once I realized this, I was able to get an additional 2 hours of sleep. 7am on a Saturday morning, and here I am. Awake and alive. Reflecting on the most influential person in my life. The bed is still uncomfortable but it’s a little less ailing knowing it’s not the bed that gave me a restless night. It was/is my unconditional love for the most amazing person in my world.
It doesn’t matter what I slept on last night or tonight, it won’t be good enough. I feel another restless night will happen tonight. I’ve come to this simple conclusion that without her, no matter where I’m at, what I’m doing, or who I’m with, I’ll never be fully comfortable. While I’m excited for the plans we have today and tomorrow, the real excitement will come tomorrow night when I’m in my own bed with the person who gives me complete comfort.