Friday, 22 November 2013


Not sure if I'm going to get in trouble for this but my wife has a blankie.  A pink quilted thing that is indispensable for her good night's sleep.  Clashes with every piece of fabric and furniture in our bedroom so it remains hidden until sleepy time and immediately gets hidden again in the morning.

When I was first introduced to blankie, I must admit I was less than gentlemanly.  Blankie would often go missing, find itself in compromising positions, be held for ransom.  But Jen's devotion to it was cute and I eventually let the humourous pranks go in favour of the occasional, good-natured ribbing.

That's the back story on blankie.  This morning at 2:00 a.m. I woke up with a coughing fit.  I'm on the tail end of a cold and currently in coughing phase.  The CPAP machine wasn't helping.  It didn't feel like the coughing was going to stop so I decided to take my things downstairs and ride it out on the couch.

I was grabbing some clothes for the morning from my dresser when Jen groggily asked what was going on.  I told her I was going to take my coughing fit downstairs for the rest of the night.  Then she comes back with "Do you want blankie?".

It was one of the sweetest things she's said to me.  I declined the offer and told her to get some rest before Paige woke up again.  My wife is utterly adorable.


  1. I know I'm cute.

  2. Late to the party on this, but Megan is right: awwww.
    Also, I love that Jen signs in as Jennaaay