I like my bed.

It’s king-sized, and we purchased it several years ago when we still had little co-sleepers who joined us each night.  For awhile, it seemed like those days would last forever, but the kids have long since moved out of our room (except for the occasional nap by a certain curlylocks who finds my bed just right).

At the end of every evening, you can find me in what I affectionately refer to as “my cocoon” – my spot in my bed, snug as a bug in a rug.  It’s where I lounge, reading or watching TV, and unwind before bedtime.

It’s just a super comfortable bed, and there are days when it’s hard for me to extricate myself from its cozy clutches.

And almost every day, as I walk into my room for one reason or another (a reason I’ve probably forgotten by the time I get in there), I see that cushy piece of furniture and think to myself:

I surely wish Robert could come home from work and snuggle up with me there.  I could go for a little cuddle time, or naptime, or whatever time, under the covers, in that comfy spot, with my sweet hubby.

And I’m 100% sure that Robert would be on board with that.

So, let’s meet up later, dear husband! 🙂