Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Ironing The Sheets

I just took the sheets out of the dryer. They were still warm and as I folded them I remembered at the very beginning of our marriage 22 year old Jimmy would iron my side of the bed to make it "toasty."

This sweet, romantic and seemingly gallant gesture was not completely unselfish. As he patted the mattress to call me to bed he would say,

"I made your side toasty - Now, you can make it hot."

Ten years or so ago it popped in my head.

"Remember when you used to iron the sheets for me?"
"Yeah, but now they're permanent press."

Recalling all the small moments that made up our life together is now my new life with out him.