I love the husb so much. Well, one of the reasons anyway.
This is our bed. Those are my pyjamas.
Every night, at bed time, the husb comes upstairs first. He turns on the electric blanket (mmmm), sets the kids’ clocks so they don’t come up to us unfeasibly early, cleans his teeth and then comes downstairs to let me know he’s done. I go up, clean my teeth and retrieve my pyjamas from under the duvet where he’s thoughtfully put them to warm up.
Love is a pair of warm pyjamas.