A Short Love Story

He entered the bedroom and I looked up from the television screen to acknowledge his presence. We both smiled. I patted the pillow and moved over for him. He cuddled up next to me and tried to acquaint himself with the show I was watching. As I lay in bed with him, I rubbed his head and kissed him on the cheek. It wasn’t long before his breathing sounded heavier and his eyes were closed. I watched him sleep. I picked up his limp hand and put it against mine. His hand was so much larger than mine. He was so relaxed that one of his legs slid slowly off of the bed. I struggled to pull his legs back up onto the bed. His legs were heavy and long so it took quite a bit of maneuvering to achieve the task. He repositioned himself while he was still asleep. His new position made it difficult for me to see the television so I made my own adjustment. I took my pillow and propped it up on his back and rested my chin on my folded hands. Now I could see the television. I could feel him breathing. I glanced over at his face—only his profile was visible. I watched him sleep for a few moments and thought about how much I love him. I smiled to myself...inebriated with love. That’s when he walked in…my husband. He looked over at the two of us…the guy occupying his side of the bed and I. He grabbed the remote and headed for his comfy chair. I guess even he knows that there’s no love like a mother’s love for her son.