Monday, January 13, 2014

Foot Touch

 I was lying in bed the other night and Rob crawled in after me. When my mom moved back to Alberta quite a few years ago, she was downsizing. So she gave Rob and I her king size bed. It's HUGE. Rob and I can both easily star fish all night long comfortably. I wonder if that's why they call it a King Size bed.... because we seriously feel like kings when we sleep. It's luxurious and delicious.. if sleeping could be described by that word.

 I noticed when life gets busy, we do not. Okay, that's probably getting a little too personal but let's be honest- that's just the way it is. We've been married for over three years, dating for over eight and we have a baby.. Often we get into bed and Rob will watch some "Mountain Men" or "Man Vs. Wild" on his tablet and I'll browse my iPhone for a few minutes before surrendering to sleep. I'll give him a kiss and say my goodnights and Iloveyous and that will be it. But, there's one thing I notice we do and that is .. we touch feet. Does anybody else do this in bed with their significant other? I guess if I'm being honest- we don't always touch feet. But, it's definitely something we do a lot. My foot touches his foot... and then all is right with our worlds and we can sleep soundly.

 I begin to fall asleep and it's like our feet have a mind of their own. My foot starts to wander to the middle of the bed at the exact moment Rob's foot does.. They meet in the middle and stop as soon as they touch and just exist there in that neutral spot in bed together. Like, ''ahhhhh there you are....''

 I remember the other night when it happened I thought; "Do a lot of people do this? I'll have to blog about it and find out." So here I am blogging about something not so much intimate, but sort of in a way... I don't blog about fights I have with Rob or friends or family because that's not what my blog is for.. I don't blog about my marriage in a personal way because it isn't anyone's business.. I don't talk about my sex life, because that's personal. I don't talk about the specifics of where I live because I don't think that's safe. I will however, blog about my love for my life, my daughter and my husband and how much we've connected in life that a simple foot touch is all we need at the end of a long day..

  I've known Robert since I was 20 years old, a new girl in town.. just looking for some attention, for someone to play some pool with and maybe even someone to kiss.... We've come a long way. He invited me to his house because he was having a 'big' party for someone's birthday and it ended up being just the two of us, my cousin and her friend. They left, seeing that Rob and I were hitting it off. I remember they called me and I faked concern; "Where are you guys going, without me!? You're seriously just going to leave me here!!!?" To which my cousin replied; "If you're unhappy, we'll come back and get you..... No response? Okay- well, have fun!" Best. Situation. Ever.  I got off of the phone and acted like my cousin had totally ditched me. I remember the first thing Rob said to me; "Well, we better get you into some more comfortable clothes!"  He gave me a pair of plaid pajama pants and his black "Summerfest 2004" t-shirt. I went to the bathroom and (remember when you used to be so drunk you would talk to yourself in the mirror??) I looked at myself in the mirror- in his p.j's and gave myself a "OhMyGodICan'tBelieveThisIsHappening!!!!!!" look. It was amazing. We went to the backyard and sat on the hammock between the two trees and shared our first kiss. We kissed until our mouths were raw and unable to kiss anymore. I love that feeling of a fresh, new start with someone.

First picture of us ever taken and I stick my tongue out and throw up the 'rock on' sign? Ugh. This second picture of us is so old that it's from a camera with film and I scanned the pictures onto the computer a million years ago!
  I have no idea what the point of this post really is... I guess I just felt like sharing my story of Robert and Haley today. It's one that I enjoy telling. We were so young, so clueless as to what we were really getting ourselves into. I mean, we were creating history.. the very story we would tell to our grandkids one day!

 Our first kiss was in the hammock in the backyard. The very backyard that I look out at in the morning when I am showing Alina what kind of a day it is. Alina and I share our daily snuggles in the exact spot where Rob sang "Tiny Dancer" to me for the first time. In labour, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and convinced myself that I could do this! The same bathroom mirror that I talked to myself in, on the first night I ever spent here. I love the history that our house holds.. the important moments our walls have witnessed.


 So here's to a good love story.. A story worth sharing and a story worth remembering from time to time. We touch feet because we may be busy but we still love to touch the other, even if it's in a small way...


13 comments:

Heather @ Heathers Hurrah said...

I *LOVE* your love story and this was a great post to read on a dreary Monday!!! What a well-written story of a long history!! And I think the little story about touching feet is cute (we don't, usually, but we usually do fall asleep together and do the goodnights and iloveyous kiss/hug etc which works for me :)). Very, very sweet story!!

obeymegan said...

Such a perfect post. I started following you only a few months ago so there are so many things I didn't know that I'm slowly learning about from the holidays and this post in particular.

I love that you mentioned the "drunkenly talking to ourselves in the mirror" concept. I seriously do it every time I drink and then wonder why I did it.

AND YES ABOUT THE FEET! Steve and I always curl up and intertwine our feet. Its comforting to fall asleep next to someone and feel their warmth all night while you sleep.

Deidre said...

THis is so very sweet. We don't touch feet (we only have a double bed so we can't really get away from each other), but IC and I usually talk together for while snuggling and then we swap sides of the bed.

I love that you have a house that has that much history. That's very cool!

Brianna said...

I always have to be touching Colten, usually my feet. He doesn't like it all the time, but he gives in knowing how much better it makes me feel and how much I sleep better! Deep down, I think it's because he likes it too ;).

I love that y'all live in that house now! So awesome! And soooo many memories! A great Rob & Haley story, for sure :)

Taylor Cunningham said...

Oh my gosh this is sooo cute! Hmm... I'm coming up on 20 - can I wish for that to happen to me?

Lisa-Jade said...

It's almost 8 in the morning here in SA and I am smiling from ear to ear! What a wonderful relationship you have with Rob. Thank you so much for sharing Haley :)

Amanda said...

I love this. I think it's such a sweet and touching post. Perfection. You and Rob were made for each other and it's so inspiring to see a couple that has known each other for so long be so happy still. Sometimes when bloggers act relationships experts because they've been married for one year and dated for a year before than I massively roll my eyes. But you? You're someone I would happily take relationship advice from! x

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What a beautiful love story!!! I love the pictures! It sounds like you were made for each other! :)

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Tabitha @ Wandering Java Lover said...

Love this soooo much! Such a heartwarming story! I love all the history and memories you two have in your house. It definitely is a story to pass on to future generations. :)

Sarah said...

The footsie thing is so so sweet and quietly romantic. Even in a big bed, you guys have to be touching. As for your question, "Do a lot of people of people do this?" - for me the answer would be oh, no hell no! Brent has this thing where he hates it when I wear socks in bed. So he'll try to sneakily take off my socks with his feet. His toenails look normal, but in bed, it feels like long claw-like fingers grabbing at my feet. I call them his crone's claws, as in "Get your damn crone's claws off me!" I just told Brent that I was writing you about this, and he said that I should make sure to tell you that when he was a kid, his parents would get ticked at him when he had a bad dream and ended up sleeping with them because he'd do the same thing to them! I am so glad that Rob does not have crone's claws :)

Stephanie Leigh said...

ok, first of all. i LOVE LOVE LOVE this post. Second of all, WE TOTALLY DO THE FOOT TOUCH THING. I remember when we first started dating, i was not into touching when we slept. i would stick a pinky finger out and put it next to him...just barely grazing his skin. and then it turned into a toe. now, no matter what...we have our feet touching. it's so funny! Ours do it automatically too!
Also, on the pic of Alina...I LOVE #1!!!

Noor said...

SO SWEEEEEEET! I didn't know Rob's name was Robert , huh . I love your story , it's not "just-another-love-story" . You guys were made for each other <3

Areeba said...

Awww it's just so lovely! You both are perfect for each other! It's really awesome to read Haley-Rob's story & I just figured it out that his name is Robert!!