Supportive & Non-lumpy Bliss

Last night we slept in our own bed, for the first time since July 11, 2011.
It felt wonderful.
Turns out, it was a little bittersweet as well.
537 nights.
Not that one of us was counting.
Hang on, 2012 was a leap year.
538 nights.
Not quite 1001 Arabian Nights, but we sure had fun with it, sleeping in the Westy and sleeping on the futon mattress in front of the big window - looking out onto our back yard and the fields, seeing the sunrise every morning - and sleeping under the Christmas tree. In fact, we were a little sad to leave that view from the big window behind. It's pretty special. But now we have the luxury of having a choice of where we want to sleep at night, kind of like having a weekend home, without the nuisance of packing!