I roll out of bed and guide her back to her room, realizing that she’s wet the bed. So I bundle her softly on the couch under a huge fleecy blanket while I strip the wet sheets off and exchange them for new, clean, bright pink bedding.
As I bend down to kiss her face and smooth the covers over her chilly, soft skin she licks my face: “Because I’m your kitty” she says, “and kittys lick.”
I laugh, even though I’m slightly grossed out, and shut off the hall light before crawling back into bed. Somehow smiling in the midst of a 2 AM, pee soaked wake up call.
Suddenly my mind switches on and I wonder why I was able to find joy in the non-ideal.
Then scenes from last night drift back and keep me from sleep. I nagged at Kel for playing on his phone and he reminded me that a whole day cannot be defined by one moment. He encouraged me to remember all the good despite the slip up.
This way of relating is a marriage gold mine if you can dig it and, God I need to dig it. Continue reading