kerrylaughs

Ed and I are rapidly approaching our 15th wedding anniversary.  Ed and I lived in sin for the first 28 years.  We took advantage of getting married as soon as it became available.  Although joined at the hip during the day, when we go to sleep at night we are very different people.  Ed is the type of sleeper that jumps, spins and rolls.   On the other hand, I’m the type of sleeper that barely moves during the night and the linens show very little disturbance in the morning.  We had a cat (Bam Bam) that would occasionally sleep with us.  When she did, she knew to sleep between me and the edge of the bed.  To sleep anywhere near Ed is asking to be summarily kicked out of the bed during the night.  Since I sleep soundly, Ed’s activity doesn’t bother me at all.  Apparently my peaceful, quiet style of sleeping does bother Ed.  Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and feel a hand moving to the middle of my chest where it will pause for a few minutes and then withdraw.  The reason for the creeping hand I find very sweet (and a little creepy).  Because I sleep so quietly, Ed reaches over to make sure my heart’s beating and I’m still breathing.  Before I met him I didn’t know the true meaning of joy.  That’s why I made him promise to let me leave this world first.  I can’t imagine a world with him.