Yes. Spoons.As I woke up this morning, I realized exactly how thankful I am for spooning. I've been with my husband almost nine years, and in all that time we have slept like this. All night. Every night. We fall asleep holding each other, and we wake up holding each other. When we roll over in the middle of the night, reaching just-barely-consciousness, it's synchronized.
We have talked about buying a king-sized bed, but really what's the point? We end up using only about three feet of the bed's width anyhow. I guess if we ever decide to get more pets, they could use the room.
I don't know if other couples do this after so many years, but I can't imagine living without it. To me, it's like the physical embodiment of the heart's promise saying, "I'll never let you go." I know, all night long, that we are keeping each other safe. I feel loved, comforted, protected and protective, no matter if I'm the spooner or the spoonee. I wish every couple could feel this way. Maybe if they did, we'd have a lot more couples still together.
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