Wednesday, June 13, 2007

His smell

I love the way the smell of Patrick lingers in our bed. When he got up this morning (very early to go to a rig), I snuggled up on his side of the bed. It's not the pillow, I like mine much better. It's not the warmth because it's much cooler on his side. It's his smell. I can smell him on the pillow. I can smell him on the blankets. And I love the way my husband smells.

Breathing him in. Taking a moment to remember who this man is. Stopping to enjoy the gift of Patrick, of marriage. With a smile on my face, I close my eyes and fall back asleep. I think of fond memories we've shared. I think of places we've gone together. I think of him holding me on my worst day. I think of him laughing with me on my best day. All because of his smell. Filling my thoughts, my heart, with him.

2 comments:

mama cindy said...

Honestly, he has the same smile now as he did then. Great guy!

Jeannie said...

omigosh...i need a moment...

that was beautiful, my love, and you are a certified WRITER. keep it up.

yup, that's the boy inside him still!! how cute is that??? i love collecting little boy pics of aaron, too.