Posted by Danny
I miss her the most at night. I think that’s why I stay up so late. I just can’t bring myself to go into that room and face the night alone.
When we added on to the house about five years ago, we were excited to build a new master bedroom. It’s a nice room with built-in bookshelves and a large walk in closet. Lisa got 2/3 for her clothes; I took what was left. Most of her things are still there, although I moved them to the back so I could have the prime real estate. Sometimes I’ll pull out a dress I never really liked and put it on the dining room table. When my parents come to town, they know to take those things with them. I’m not sure where they go – not sure what they do with them. Not sure I want to know.
I used to complain because she left a ton of clothes on the chair in the front of the closet by her dresses. By the end of the week, it was like a Grand Garment Teton.
Now I stack my clothes there. Yes, Mr. Clean has his own Teton. Maybe I just can’t stand the sight of the bottom of the chair. I’d seldom seen it before.
After construction began on our addition, we walked in the uncompleted space and began to measure for our furniture. Lisa said that she didnt’ think we’d ever be able to fit a king size bed in the new space and wondered if we should build out another four or five feet in case we decided to get a bigger bed.
“No” I insisted. “I don’t want you that far away from me. I like to hear you breathe.”
There’s no breath now. The warmth of her body is gone. Often I don’t even pull the covers back on that side of the bed – it’s more like a single that way.
I feel like I’m sleeping on an acre of land –
She is so far away.
Hold your spouse tonight. Listen to her breath. Snuggle. Revel in your cramped quarters.
Take advantage of every second you have together.