When did my thoughts change from “watching my beloved sleep” with dewy eyes and longing to “watching my beloved sleep to make sure he is still breathing?”

Older man asleep in lawn chair.
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The backstory to that epigram: The-Spouse-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named and I were on vacation. I wandered into the bedroom of our Airbnb to check on him, as he’d been napping a while. I stood for a timeless moment, watching him, waiting for his chest to rise and fall, as one does when one’s aging spouse has been toting too-heavy luggage up three flights of stairs.

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Marie Jones

Marie Jones

Librarian. Curious human. Writes about inconsistent organization, messy productivity, random thoughts, and living a happy life. messydeskconsulting.com