2. I tuck his side of the blankets in tight all the way from top to bottom, while my side is loose and ready for dogs to slip under. Even when he is gone, when I make the bed I tuck his side in just the way he likes it. Our daughter recently tried to get into bed on his side and was horrified by how tight it was. How can he even move? she asked. That could explain why he spends most of his nights in the middle.
3. When we roast hot dogs over an open fire, be it on camping trips or backyard adventures, he cooks both of our dogs. I get the buns ready while he slaves over an open fire, putting just the right burn on mine. It started because we only had three hot dog sticks and four people, so while he and the kids were cooking the hot dogs, I was busy getting plates of food ready for everyone. Sometime last summer we accidentally left a family camp out with several more hot dog sticks then we brought to the party; but I still don't cook my own!
4. We hold hands all the time. There was a moment in high school that I realized my hand fit to his perfectly, like the finishing pieces of a puzzle, and we've never let go. His homecomings become real the second our hands find each other. When I picked him up at the train station just in time for our son's graduation, we hugged and kissed, and it was when we got back in the car, and my hand resting on the console was clasped tight with his, that I was happy.
5. When we moved to New Jersey, we spent a week living in a hotel, waiting for our Coast Guard apartment to be ready. We had no choice but to eat out at every meal. We'd drive in random directions each evening, eating at new places, missing our old familiar favorites. I will never forget the moment we found a Denny's! It was like a piece of home and our joy and excitement was unparalleled. It served as a beacon of hope that we would be able to be at home in our new town.
6. He's a country boy at heart; he yearns for trees and fields and space from neighbors, but I prefer to live in town so we live in town. I said I live alone too much to feel comfortable with the idea of bears spying on me through windows. Human peeping Toms don't frighten me near as much as furry ones do, and after laughing (a lot) he bought this house on a corner lot, with views of our old high school and the valley leading into town. We've made a good home here, one we both love.
This post is inspired by prompt #1 at Mama's Losin' It!