Sleepovers

Every once in awhile Keith and I decide to have a sleepover in the living room.

Whether it was because we wanted to stay up late and watch a movie or because we knew I was going to have bad reflux, doesn’t matter.

But as we’re both laying on the couch, him sleeping, me watching tv, I can’t help bit feel anxious…

We haven’t had a living room sleepover since we’ve been in our new house.

We haven’t had a living room sleepover since I was recovering from my esophagectomy.

We haven’t had a living room sleepover since I was really sick…

I couldn’t sleep anywhere but the recliner and he never let me sleep out there alone.

He suffered so many nights on a couch he was way too tall for and still had to go to work the next day for us.

He did that for me.

And here we are tonight, just having a living room sleepover for fun, and I’m crying.

Crying, because it feels weird to be sitting here with my husband for no other reason than we wanted to.

I appreciate everything this man does for me, even if it’s as small as a sleepover on the couch together.

Xo