Some things change.
'having a king size bed sounds like a bad marriage.' (something I told Brent when we were first married and buying a bedroom set).
Now...(Brent most nights gets hungry in the middle of the night and needs an extra meal...no joke!) he often falls asleep after eating on the couch. I stretch out and pray that I get the whooole bed all night. When I hear him coming back to bed it actually makes me sad.
My new phrase. A good marriage is falling asleep together and then you going and eating and staying on the couch. Sounds like we need a King size bed!
Brent is 6'4 and in 5'9 so I don't know what we were thinking...queen isn't cutting it 6 years later! Wow almost six years! What a keeper I have!
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