Two hands reached out to me at some time during the night and a lot of what happened afterword was a pleasant haze. “You were wonderful last night, as always,” was the first statement I awoke to this morning.
I picked up my head off of Julia’s chest and staired dazedly into her face and asked, “Aren’t you smushed?” She giggled as she continued running her fingers through my hair and said, “No. I slept quite comfortably with you like this. You’re not really that heavy honey.”
It was a slow-moving day, doing dishes, picking up around the house, locating an empty box for our friend Ellen so she could use it for storage, doing a few loads of towels in the wash, etc. We then took a walk down to our old apartment at Newtonian Gardens to check on things there before heading home again for a light dinner.
We then spent the evening listening to book 15 in the Clive Cussler Series, Julia having really enjoyed reading the first 14 with me. After a time, Julia headed into her study for a bit of journaling as I did a bit of the same in mine. After I was done writing I just sat back and closed my eyes for a few moments.
When I felt the hand on my shoulder, I knew it was time for bed, or at least a couple’s bath before bed, which it was. I’ve got to hand it to my wife. She does it in such a sensual manner, Julia really makes keeping time straight in my head a breeze.
She’s rescued me at 1:00 AM in the morning from trying to solve a client’s troublesome technical issues mor than once by simply saying, “Baby, it will be there tomorrow.” The way she says it, “I can never argue and refuse her invitation to join her in bed.”