Pillow talk: Mrs. Happy
Hello again from Mrs. Happy, or Mrs. Put-on-the-spot-'cause-Mr.-Happy-has-writer's-block. Curt was just asking me to name a few things that he does to make me feel special, and though I can think of several general examples, one recent evening keeps coming back to me.
A couple of nights ago, the wind really started to pick up outside and eventually a storm ensued, bringing heavy rain that beat against our windows. We had just settled into bed, and as I nestled my head against Curt's chest, we started to talk. We talked about our future—how we would afford our own home, when we might have children, how long we might stay in New York, etc. These were not new topics that we hadn't discussed at one time or another by any means, but for some reason those moments in the rain-splashed darkness have really stayed with me. Perhaps it was simply the atmosphere of that particular night that makes it memorable, but I also think that Curt's attentiveness to me, despite his exhaustion, was really the key. So many times we've simply gotten into bed, cuddled awhile, and rolled over to fall asleep, having already talked about a million different things throughout the day. There's nothing wrong with that at all, but on the rare occasions that I feel the need to discuss my hopes and concerns regarding our future, I am so comforted by the fact that Curt is willing to sacrifice precious sleep to have those in-depth conversations, and the rain doesn't hurt!
I don't know. Maybe I'm just grasping at something to talk about, but I know that in the past few days I've told several friends of mine that Curt and I had a really nice talk the other night, so I know that it must have meant a great deal to me, even if it doesn't amount to a hill of beans to anyone else. Sometimes the simplest, most inexpensive, seemingly mundane moments in a marriage prove to be the most important, most meaningful, and the most special. Rain is optional.
