My husband said, “It’s an end of an era.” I’m feeling sad. A true Pisces, I’m swimming in two directions, lost in indecision somewhere between the past and the present. It’s time to say goodbye, move on, find a better fit. It wasn’t a decision I made lightly, but after months of pain, I dug deep, put aside my sentimentality, and made my voice heard.
“We need a new mattress.”
Ah… there, I said it.
You might be thinking, “So what? Big deal.”
But for me it actually is a big deal.
A mattress is a big investment. One we didn’t make lightly when we bought it together. We did our research and we put our money into our bed after an incredibleq sleep on a fancy hotel mattress. With the words “Plaza” and “Pillow Top,” we purchased at the start of the luxury craze for our first real home shared together.
Why do we need a new mattress to begin with? I’ve been suffering with chronic pains all over my body and it’s my hope that a mattress with less fluff and more stability will offer me some relief as I search for answers pertaining to my health. More on that another time.
This beloved mattress has seen us through the ups and downs of life.
I sat many a afternoons grading English essays cuddled up in my plush bed. Countless hours snuggling my little puppy. Rainy afternoons spent watching movies with the hubby. Puppy fashion shows. You name it.
A big surprise engagement in bed. He absentmindedly fiddled with the loose diamond ring in his pocket (don’t ask!) and inadvertently put it on his pinky finger while talking on his cell (double don’t ask). I caught a glimmer of the sparkle and he quickly ended his call and came to find me hiding in the bed. He proposed right then and there as I sat in my underwear, half dressed for date night. The rest is history.
We came home to this bed as a married couple, in love and excited to embark on our official journey together. So much to look forward to. So many moments to live and enjoy.
And then the hundreds of tears shed when I found out I needed invasive surgery with an unknown outcome. I couldn’t immediately come home to our bed, but when I did, it was like finding an old friend.
Babies were made in this bed (TMI), my water broke getting out of this bed (double TMI), I went into labor in our bed. I spent many sleepless nights nursing babies in our bed. Countless photo shoots and cuddles and snacks and family time spent in this bed. My middle slept with me in the bed until he was three months, my youngest for five months (oh who am I kidding, he’s yet to officially sleep a full night not in our bed).
You may think this post is whack, but when you think about it, so much of life begins and ends in a bed. So much of our marriage exists with this bed. So much of our family from engagement to marriage to conception to birth to sleepless nights to endless cuddles to “making cookies” under the sheets in our pretend bakery in bed.
Although it’s an end of an era, I hope our new, firmer mattress will offer us the stability we need as we continue on our journey.
Farewell old familiar friend.