Touch

"Kiss me." J said this to me last night, totally out of the blue, while we were lying in bed. I was reading, and she was playing her DS. My stomach did flip flops. I love it when that happens.

For almost a week now, I have not been able to touch J very much, for fear that her incision would hurt. I was even afraid to sit on the couch or the bed because any movement could hurt her. She could not put her arms around me, and we could not lie together in our spoon position at night. We switched sides of the bed so that I would not be able to lay against her incisions. No snuggling at all for almost a week, not even a brush on the cheek. I think I overly avoided touching her in almost any way this week, and for that I am truly sorry. I didn't realize how it had effected other areas of our relationship. Things have just not been the same around here. We talked awhile today and figured out that we must have taken it for granted that we can simply reach out and touch each other at any time. Remember the old Southwestern Bell commercials, "Reach out and touch someone"? LOL I somehow knew that when J said, "Kiss me", that everything was going to be alright again.

A year ago at this time, we would see each other for a few hours and then have to say "goodbye" for a few weeks. How blessed we are that we get to come home to one another every night now.

Anyway, if you are like us, touch is so extremely important in a relationship, so don't take it for granted.