Let's go back in time, just for a bit.
When Craig and I first shared a home, we slept in a small water bed. Yes, a water bed. When the heater in the bed quit, we still slept there, with quilts covering the bladder of the water bed. I didn't mind at all, because the smaller the bed, the closer we were (ahem). After about six months though, the novelty wore off and I lost my patience with the damn thing (can we say freezing!). We threw it out and used a previously owned, queen sized mattress that I had kept in storage.
Fast forward two years. We decided that a new bed was in order, so we went shopping. Craig fell in love with the queen version of bed heaven - cashmere pillow top - while I was happily testing the king sized version of bed heaven. Thinking my money conscious husband would agree with the queen version - more room for snuggling - he surprised me, and together, we purchased the enormous king version. I really thought I had won the lottery.
As it turned out, he's really not a cuddling type of man. Boy, was I fooled!
After our first fabulous night sleeping in our huge bed, I woke to Craig delightfully declaring, "I need a map to find you!" I'm still not sure if that's a compliment.
As much room as we have in the great giant bed, there is never enough. I like to sleep with about twenty-two feather pillows and lots of air conditioning, while Craig likes to heat himself to death and steal half of my pillows. I like to cuddle while I sleep, while Craig thinks nothing short of shoving me off of my side of the bed. On early weekend mornings when Murray is finally invited into our bed, we might as well not sleep. He kicks, he pokes, and he grunts and snores. Then, at some point, Rudy jumps in with us.
Despite this? I wouldn't change a thing. Plus, Craig still has his own space. He can always sleep on the couch.