I'm Under the Covers

Tonight as Stephen and I headed to bed I told him I was imagining myself under the covers already to which he responded, "I can accept that."  What I was really saying was I wanted to play the "last one under the covers has to turn off all the lights game." Grr...just like Stephen to actually win by accepting defeat. 

But it did make me smile. I really stopped and reminisced about the early years of our marriage when we lived in Lufkin. Our bedroom was right off the livingroom. There was always that moment late in the evening when a tv show was ending or practically over.  It was in those moments  the game somehow began: that break to race to the bedroom to get under the covers first.  There was always a fine line between victory and defeat; you had to make sure to casualy position yourself on the couch were you could win but also secure that the other person was actually playing.  Tonight I realized just how much I have missed our little game and just how much I loved those moments. It's just not the same when there's a dining room, entry way and long hallway to navigate. it's a game best played as a sprint rather than an abbreviated temple run. 

So tonight I ask you, what precious, quirky memory do you have with/of your spouse from the early years of your marriage (and for kicks how long have you been wed)?