Pillows

Brian and I would always ‘fight’ over him putting his head on my pillow.  He was a big polar bear of a guy and often got warm and sweaty while he slept.  When he woke up he would turn to me for a kiss and want to lean his forehead against mine.  This was fine except then he got his stinky head on my pillow.  I have a thing about pillows, they need to be just the right firmness and I go through them pretty quickly.  I also have a sensitive sense of smell and as much as I love Brian I really didn’t want to sleep with his sweaty smell wafting into my nose all night.  So I didn’t much care for this little quirk of his.

So he would lean over, I would shriek at him and you can guess what happened next…he rubbed his head all over my pillow like a cat marking it’s territory.  Then I would punch him in the arm, try to steal my pillow out from under his head and get tickled for my trouble.  He really loved to do this when I had already been up for  few hours and was attempting to kick him out of the bed to get it made.  Then he would roll over spread eagle on our bed prior to doing the head rubbing on my pillow.  I will miss this so much, such a little thing but so indicative of him and our relationship.

I miss you Brian, I love you too.

 

Juli von KleinSmid