I woke in the middle of the night to Garrett, sitting up on an elbow, holding one of my nostrils closed.
Me (batting wildly in the dark): “What the….hell are you doing?!”
Garrett: “You were squeaking.”
Me: “Squeaking? What?”
Garrett: “Your nose must be all dry or something. Every time you breathed in it sounded like the bathroom door handle was turning and it woke me up so I tried to close your nostril to make it stop.”
Me: “Freak! Why didn’t you just wake me up and tell me I was squeaking? I thought you were trying to murder me.”
Garrett: “I would’ve pinched both of your nostrils together and covered your mouth if I’d wanted to kill you. I just want the squeaking to stop. It worked!”
Me: “Awwww. Thanks for not murdering me.”
Garrett: “Are you kidding me? I can’t take care of all these kids by myself.”
Me:”Uhhhhhh….and because you love me?”
Garrett: “Right. Yes.”
And that’s how I know he loves me. I mean, true, I had to remind him that he does but also because he only closed one nostril. It was a potential suffocation that he didn’t finish…because he loves me.
I hope all of you have a non-murderous love like that.
Restraint + Love= Successful marriage and waking in the morning.