Goodbye Old Friend
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I friend I have had for many years is leaving me...it is my bed, the one I share with Other Equal Half.
About nineteen years ago we purchased this bed, for way more money than we could afford at the time, because it had a 20-year warranty, and was the most comfortable thing either of us had ever been on. My poor (pregnant) back was taking a beating sleeping on a bed that was really two old donated twins that we lashed together at the frames. (Did I mention that we started out broke?) This bed was our super-luxury item; we didn't even have a house to put it in yet, just a little one-bedroom apartment. Whenever we would go out of town to visit family, when we got within 20 miles of home on the return trip, one of us would say "I can't wait to sleep on that marvelous bed tonight!" It was THAT comfortable.
That bed has seen us through it all. It has moved across country twice, plus has moved five other times besides. We made the WG in it, we mourned various losses laying there side-by-side. It holds a lot of memories, both of the "wink-wink,nudge-nudge" variety and of our whole lives together. We were sitting on that bed when I heard that I had been accepted to seminary with a scholarship, that I had passed all my Ords (on the first try), and that I had received a call to my present church.
I recovered from pneumonia there, and from cryptosporidiosis, and morning sickness, and mastitis. I nursed my kids on that bed, changed their diapers on it sometimes, and the WG will still sit there next to me if we're watching TV together. It was a favorite study space in seminary, when the tiny living room downstairs was full of noisy children.
OEH has seen me there almost every day of the past nineteen years. He's seen me lying there scared and vulnerable, and has seen me at my most powerful there. We've done some of our best arguments there, and our best making up. In many ways, we are different, better people than when we first bought it.
Over the years it has been the hider of secrets. My kids somehow never figured out that I have always hidden their birthday and Christmas presents under there. One lean year when I was tucking away $15 every week to save up to surprise OEH with a weekend alone (away from the kids), the envelope was tucked securely between mattress and box-spring.
Even though the bed kind of crapped out slightly before the 20 year warranty, I think we got the full 20-years of memories from it, so yesterday we happily went off to the local mattress store (It is a small locally owned and operated company. I wish I could tell you the name, but the name of my town is in it.)and bought an upgraded model. I think my older back will appreciate this one as much as my pregnant back did the last one. And I hope that I will be able to sleep better on a mattress that doesn't sag.
And may we have another 20 years to make memories in it.
About nineteen years ago we purchased this bed, for way more money than we could afford at the time, because it had a 20-year warranty, and was the most comfortable thing either of us had ever been on. My poor (pregnant) back was taking a beating sleeping on a bed that was really two old donated twins that we lashed together at the frames. (Did I mention that we started out broke?) This bed was our super-luxury item; we didn't even have a house to put it in yet, just a little one-bedroom apartment. Whenever we would go out of town to visit family, when we got within 20 miles of home on the return trip, one of us would say "I can't wait to sleep on that marvelous bed tonight!" It was THAT comfortable.
That bed has seen us through it all. It has moved across country twice, plus has moved five other times besides. We made the WG in it, we mourned various losses laying there side-by-side. It holds a lot of memories, both of the "wink-wink,nudge-nudge" variety and of our whole lives together. We were sitting on that bed when I heard that I had been accepted to seminary with a scholarship, that I had passed all my Ords (on the first try), and that I had received a call to my present church.
I recovered from pneumonia there, and from cryptosporidiosis, and morning sickness, and mastitis. I nursed my kids on that bed, changed their diapers on it sometimes, and the WG will still sit there next to me if we're watching TV together. It was a favorite study space in seminary, when the tiny living room downstairs was full of noisy children.
OEH has seen me there almost every day of the past nineteen years. He's seen me lying there scared and vulnerable, and has seen me at my most powerful there. We've done some of our best arguments there, and our best making up. In many ways, we are different, better people than when we first bought it.
Over the years it has been the hider of secrets. My kids somehow never figured out that I have always hidden their birthday and Christmas presents under there. One lean year when I was tucking away $15 every week to save up to surprise OEH with a weekend alone (away from the kids), the envelope was tucked securely between mattress and box-spring.
Even though the bed kind of crapped out slightly before the 20 year warranty, I think we got the full 20-years of memories from it, so yesterday we happily went off to the local mattress store (It is a small locally owned and operated company. I wish I could tell you the name, but the name of my town is in it.)and bought an upgraded model. I think my older back will appreciate this one as much as my pregnant back did the last one. And I hope that I will be able to sleep better on a mattress that doesn't sag.
And may we have another 20 years to make memories in it.
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