My Hubby’s a cuddler. I’ve come to the conclusion that my back must exude some sort of magnetic force, because even in deep sleep, when I join him in bed, he automatically hooks an arm around me and hauls me into his chest.
Either that, or I’m just a human substitute for a teddy bear.
In the mornings, he sometimes wakes me by planting rapid kisses on my cheek until I giggle. What a wonderful way to wake up.
Should I wake with a nightmare, he pats me soothingly until I drift back into sleep. For a man who sleeps so soundly that shaking him and calling his name takes time to work, he’s amazingly attuned to a bad-dream induced whimper.
My husband runs his nails across my scalp and strokes my hair to help me fall asleep. And he cuddles me all night long, making me feel safe and loved and protected. We kiss each other all the time – for any and no reason whatsoever. He calls me just to tell me he loves me (and we say “I love you” to each other at least 20 times a day, every single day). We’ve tried the reading out loud to each other thing, but it puts us almost immediately to sleep so we’ve yet to finish even one chapter of a book. I love falling asleep wrapped up in his arms, though.
But best of all, he puts up with me – what better reason to love him than that?! <sigh> I got so lucky!
I fall asleep on the couch. He counts kitties and goes to bed. I wake up and check my e-mail. He tells me I should come to bed. I come to bed. Kitties wrestle on me and bite my toes. I fall asleep for a short time before the alarm goes off. When I get up, he’s started running my tub. Pretty routine, eh?
I lay on my back and hold Killer until she is falling asleep, then I turn on my side so we can spoon. After we fall asleep and move around, she will reach to find my head and will gently grab and hold my hair.
Carl and I read it in the paper, one of those little two-line snippets they put in to fill up the length of the column: “Study in Germany shows that couples who kiss goodbye in the morning get into fewer auto accidents than those who don’t.”
So we would always kiss goodbye, to keep each other out of car wrecks. And it worked, too.
My SO is a sweetheart, but this is the part that makes me want to go <whaaaaa>
If I go to bed after he does and he is sleeping when I get there, he ALWAYS is sniggled up with my pillow, and his feet will be draped across my side of the bed. It’s like he is looking for me in his sleep.
My SO sometimes lightly strokes my back until I’m asleep…and he can’t sleep until he’s read something…so to keep me from waking up he reads by flashlight.
BUT…I want to know…How the hell does he manage to get all sheets pulled off my side of the bed…so much so that when I wake up…the bottom of the top sheet is at my shins and I have merely a corner to cover myself with.
My hubby is not your typical romantic. Also, to most of the world, he comes across as being somewhat cold, and unsympathetic (I have a sister who calls him “Commander Data”) and arrogant (same sister says I shouldn’t say “Oh, God” during sex, cuz hubby will think I’m trying to get his attention!), but, ever since we were first together (almost 20 years ago!), he’s had this thing: he covers me up. Just after I get in bed, and any time he wakes up during the night and I’m uncovered, he covers me up. He also loves to snuggle, which would probably shock most people who know him! Oh, yeah, and we always kiss goodbye, too.
I always get a goodnight kiss and a snuglet or two. If he is still awake when I go to bed, he puts my teddy bear in the microwave to get it warm and fragrant. (It’s made for that purpose.)
This is just for you, Max. My husband and I have been known to have a battle-of-the-bad-breath in the morning. This is accomplished by pinning each other down and huffing into the other’s face until one of us begs for mercy.
I’m really lucky. The non-hubby and I have the perfect (for me) goodnight ritual. He goes upstairs to his room, and I crash out in mine, eventually.
I have insomnia, some pretty bad “don’t touch me without warning” issues, and medical problems, so sleeping by myself is easier than trying to share a bed all the time. Besides, one of us snores and the other has been known to be a cover hog.
But he never fails to pat my head on the way out of the room, and even managed to be in the hallway before my last surgery, to pat my head before I went in.
