A few nights ago, it was H-O-T (like 82 degrees or something) and I was too cheap to turn on the air conditioning in our apartment. We live on the second floor, so we don't usually get too much of a breeze, and in between the streetlight glaring through the cracks in the blinds (not totally shut in desperate attempt of increased airflow) and the sound of traffic from the highway outside our building, I was wide awake in the middle of the night. Walker was likewise and was clearly miserable, judging by the amount of times he flopped around and switched positions every two minutes.
I found myself getting annoyed at all of this (I do NOT sleep well with others) and began to resent the fact that I have to share my bed with another human being (#twinbedsforever?)
Then I remembered where I was a year ago...
All of a sudden, my frustrations turned to joy. I remember the excitement and anticipation of wedding planning like it was yesterday. I remember taking those pictures and realizing that I now had to keep my phone on lockdown so that no one would see them. I remember feverishly counting down the days until I could finally wake up next to Walker.
Thank you God for my sweet husband. May I truly realize how much of a gift he is (even when he flops).
And in the spirit of good wifeliness, I went and turned on the AC. Pre-wedding Kate wouldn't have been so uptight about those types of things, so I'm not going to be that way either.