grateful…

I’m grateful for my husbands feet today. You might find that gross – and it is…sorry husband.
I was thinking back on a time,  what seems like just a few months ago, when I had to live in the hospital with my growing belly and sleep in a hospital bed by myself. 
I remember missing Doug, but not his feet.
Come to think of it, I never once thought about his feet.
I should’ve missed the feeling of his feet warm falling asleep next to mine.

So today I’m grateful for his feet however hairy or oddly smooth they may be…they bring some sense of comfort to my sleep.