It had been a while. A while since there had been a toothbrush next to mine in the bathroom cabinet. The noise of the shower running while I’m away in the kitchen. A warm body next to mine as I come to bed.
This familiar presence in a house that makes it a home. The closeness, the comfort. Oh, it feels good to share the little things with another human being, unpack the day in the after hours, warming ourselves up with funny stories in the still cold evening, eating snacks before calling it a night.
I don’t think we’re meant to live alone, even more so sleep alone.
The whole bedtime routine I love to share with someone. The blessed among us will remember the early days we wanted to go on forever, and how our parents carefully planned the after-dinner program until we got to listen to one more story before closing our eyes (or pretending to).