Pile of Kittens

With Andrew gone, I've been nostalgic about the desktop art on my computer. I've been posting old pictures of him, or pictures of the two of us. Cause I miss the silly old hubby.

This morning, looking at some of the pictures, I was choosing this one from our wedding*. I love the way he's looking at me, because even though this is a totally staged re-enactment of the "blessing" part of our short & sweet ceremony, he's totally into it, and looking at me with that completely paying attention to me alone look that I love.

But I noticed, as I was looking at the hands, that it's really hard to tell when you see the tangled hands under the top ones, where his hands begin and mine end. Obviously the ones with the bright white nail tips are mine, but even when you factor that in, there is this tangle of fingers that shows how tightly we were clasped together, one ending where the other begins.

Whenever we are being lazy, weekend rest and the "re-rack,"** we usually call ourselves a "pile of kittens in the sun." Andrew's legs and mine flopped on top of each other, the cat somewhere in the middle of the pile purring and demanding to be petted. Perhaps we are sleeping, or just talking, or reading, or heading into napville. But this weekend laziness is one of my favorite things. We don't even need a queen sized bed because we are so snuggled. And this is very common, for us to be snuggled so. (And I miss it when he's gone and have re-created a poor substitute with pillows and blankets in my little bed-nest). Lately we've talked about how cool it will be to add two more to our pile of kittens one of these days soon.

See, you never know, you're minding your own business and pop into this blog and get blasted with a wave of sweetness so bad you have to go brush your teeth. It happens. Every day can't be a complaint about something. :)

*And I totally love posting this old thing here because you can see the cool elements of my wedding-- the pretty flowers to the lower corner were my "wildflower-esque" bouquet, held by my maid of honor & best friend. The cool hippy veil over my loose spiral curls; my pretty consignment shop purchased wedding dress, my hubby with his day-after-the-bachelor-party flushed cheeks.

**the re-rack is the word for when you get up (out of the bed/rack), do some things (like maybe eat breakfast and watch a little news) and then go back to sleep. It's a joyous time, the re-rack. It's better than merely staying in bed, because you appreciate that moment of head hitting pillow gone cold even more because you had forsaken it for a moment or two.