November 19, 2017

James and I

This morning I think I dreamed that James got home from working his part-time around 3AM.

Some time in the late night, I felt cool hands on my neck. They had gently slipped under the blanket that was covering me. I felt my favorite bamboo blanket slide down to my shoulders and my neck was exposed.

I actually began to wake up and realized this wasnt a dream. It actually was my husband of five months, James Jackson, Jr. He HAD come home and was currently caressing my head and pulling my blanket down. Suddenly I felt more awake at the thought of him touching me this way. Judging by the draft of air I was feeling on my newly exposed neck, I was sweating like a pig, AGAIN!

My eyes were still closed but popped open when I felt James leaning in. Was he going to kiss my sweaty and possibly stinky neck? I cringed at the thought. I whispered, "I'm sweaty..."

James said he didnt mind, and proceeded to kiss the back of my neck and nibble it too for good measure. Then he gently put the covers back up over my head, and quietly disappeared from the room.

I dozed back off feeling grateful for a man this tender.

I woke up and decided to start this blog.  The purpose of this blog is to document my marriage to a wonderful man. I think I would like to keep a record and look back on it when James and I are old. Im thinking this will be good. We just got married back in June. It's marriage number two for us both.

We make a pretty good team. But most of all, I want to document James and the way he loves me as his wife. I think the world will be better for it. How can true love not be?