I woke up this morning and stretched with glee. It's taken nearly two months but I'm beginning to get used to having someone sleeping next to me at night, or so I thought until I rolled over and discovered I was alone...
Instead of the sleep crumpled face of my lovely husband there were ruffled sheets and a big empty space. It was the strangest feeling. In some ways I'm still adjusting to that other presence in the night, but in this way I had definitely gotten used to his comedy grumpy morning demeanour.
As I crept down stairs I found him curled up under my old duvet in his old bed in our guest room. I have sadly given Steve the tummy lurgy I suffered at the hand of earlier in the week and he'd crawled downstairs sick as a dog not wanting to disturb my sleep with his grumbling, late night trips and reading to take his mind off his tummy.
It's funny how quickly you get used to things. Yesterday was a year since Steve proposed and we've now been married just over a month. I've never been happier and I can't imagine life without the old man. xc