Pillow Talk


Once again, I’m reminded (thanks, Anne) that the best way to deal with having no idea what to write is just to write anyway. I’m ashamed, really, at how long it’s taken me to update this durn thing, but I won’t go on about that, because it’s boring. I go through phases of thinking I’m going to be a world-famous blogger like Stephanie Klein, or just a locally famous blogger like Anne (again). Or, even, like my alter ego. But then I lose motivation and faith in my own ability to be interesting and/or funny.

I am interesting, though, and funny, which I know you probably shouldn’t say about yourself, but really, why shouldn’t you? Especially when other people don’t say it nearly enough. Besides, I know I am funny because last night I made my husband laugh until he couldn’t breathe, and he is the funniest man I know, so that has to say something about how funny I am.

Before I got married, my Smug Married Friends (of which I am now a part), told me how lovely it was to get in bed with their husbands at night and talk about their days. Well, that lasted about a week, but then I started falling asleep while Simon took a shower, and I’d wake up later with my book on the floor and him snoring beside me.

Last night, however, I had a taste of what the SMFs had bragged about, as we stole an hour in our bed to chat after two weeks of non-stop partying and people. Our house guests, J and J, visiting from England, slept in our guest room across the hall, and we talked about Christmas with my family, and New Year’s Eve plans, and having house guests non-stop for two months. We made plans for the next three weekends, talked about what makes a good friend, and what kind of church we want to find. We talked about our friends and family, and which ones we really like and which ones we just pretend to like ‘cause we have to.

I overslept this morning, because of our late-night talking, and came rolling into work at 9:20, but it was totally worth it. Making my husband laugh so hard he has to sit up in bed to catch his breath makes up for disapproving looks from my boss any day.

Author: Faith

Faith Dwight is a photographer and a writer. She is a Southern American girl living just north of London with her British husband, Simon and their two halfling sons.

2 thoughts

  1. Yay! I’m a smug married friend! And boy oh boy do I love pillow talk. Hurrah for the Dwights xxxxx
    PS Hope you’re not sick of house guests 😉

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