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Listen, I’ve started and stopped this post so many times because I can’t figure out the right way to tell this story. It’s probably better told on snapchat or instastories so you can hear the light playfulness of it, but I’ll do my best to write it here for you too.
I have this v-neck camisole that is one of my favorite things to wear to bed. It’s a fleshy, nude color and has a soft grey lace around the trim. The shorts that match it are long gone, so the camisole is just that-a simple little camisole. It’s been worn so much that it’s the softest feeling cotton in the world, and it’s light and thin so I don’t get hot. . .I could go on and on forever but you get the point, right" Getting ready for bed with Justin is usually one of the most fun times of my day. We tend to joke a lot and get to laughing quite a bit. The house is quiet, the kids are tucked in bed, there isn’t any other stressor taking our attention, so we can just be with each other. I cherish going to bed at the same time so we can have that quality time before sleeping.
One evening, a few months back, we got to talking about things we wouldn’t mind if the other would quit doing, in a very lighthearted but honest way. My go-to is to point out the “tweener” ottoman that holds clothes that are not dirty enough for the laundry, but not clean enough to be put away,...