happy feet

These are the feet of my favorite person.

After just a few days in our new house, we were still stumbling around boxes (and each other) and we hadn't been able to spend too much time together. There were just so many things to get done. 

But one morning last week, I came out of the bathroom before I left for work and saw the sweetest thing ever: my husband all snuggled up underneath the blankets on our bed with everything, including his head, covered. Everything except his feet.

I don't know what it was that made me want to take a picture of his feet. Perhaps it was his vulnerability. Maybe it was because when I turned that corner and saw them sticking out from under the covers, I couldn't help but smile. 

Mostly, I think it was just because I realized that with everything we have to call "ours" in this world- this house, all our material possessions, even our beloved animals- there is no person who belongs to me more than my husband. And there's no person I belong to more than him. We are a part of each other.

And that makes me happy. 


Optimistic Existentialist said...

This is the most heartwarming piece I've read in quite some time :)

C.Curley said...

so sweet! I love seeing my husband sleep. It just makes me want to snuggle up! :)