August 18: Bobby Russ
This morning I had trouble getting to sleep. I often found myself when I had
trouble sleeping laying next to her and her breathing would help me to relax
and fall asleep. However, that was not always the case. Often before bed,
she would lay in bed reading her kindle. Some nights I would snuggle into her
and hold her tight.
Some nights I would take a warm shower to get the pain out of my hip or just to get the sweat off. With that said, my hands would always end up getting very cold. I would teasily put them on her back. She'd always ask... "How in the world do they get so cold?" I'd always laugh and say "I don't know". She'd have me scratch her back make her feel better, but always end up having my hands warm up on her lower back/butt. In this way, she was so kind.
I miss my little heating pad that she was. I'd lay there and eventually my hand would rest on her hip. Hold her tight and she knew I was always there for her. There were many times she would end up hogging the bed. I would tease her about it. She would tell me that she only took her half. I would tease back... "out of the middle". She would laugh at me and we'd tease each other about me hanging onto the bed by a butt cheek or me hogging the bed
Of course, when it came winter time or if she got cold because she kicked her blankets/sheet off of her, I would end up feeling her cold hands on me. She'd snuggle into me to warm up. She would tease me over time that I'd go from very cold to a furnance. In the end, I miss her being near by. Hearing her sleep, feeling her nearby like that, and kissing her. Her blanket and sheet remain on my bed in memory. When she left for work, I often held it waiting for the time that she would return. I'd long for her and found that she often did the same. She would tease me that our blankets were "fornicating". Don't worry baby, I'll seperate them for us.