Pillow Fights

Yesterday at the Doctor's office the kids all had fun weighing themselves while waiting.  After Abi added their combined totals she enthusiastically asked me to get on so she could compare if they weighed more than me.  To which Lizzi responded 'she better not or the scale might break!'  A good laugh later I told Abi that the last time I stepped on the scale I was only 8 pounds more than they.

Driving home I heard chatter from the backseat and Lizzi say 'I don't want to be like Mom'.  This was surprising to me as she's always talking about how she wants to be a mom just like me when she grows up.  I ask her what part about me doesn't she want to be like.  'I just don't want to have your hair since you don't have very much'.  Yeah, I don't want you to have my hair either honey.  The conversation shifted to marriage and at what age did I marry Daddy.  When I responded 20 years old there were flurries of wow you were so old when you got married (ha!  Not what everyone else thought).  When the answer to their inquiry of my current age came out the din was enough to make me want to roll the window down.

Last night Phil thought he would be funny and take my pillow.  I'll let you in about a neurotic part about me.  I'm super anal about my pillows, they all have to be juuuuust so in order for me to fall asleep.  When we first married I didn't even flip it over and he thought it was hilarious to flip it over just to watch me fuss over the darn thing until I had it the way I liked.  I asked him for my pillow assuming that he made the error blindly in the dark.  When that boyish grin lit up his face and proudly declared that it was his pillow for tonight I knew the game was afoot.  A few moments later we were wrestling on the bed, and then off of the bed.  Soon we were laughing and trying not to play dirty as tiredness set in.  I commented on how much fun this was and how much younger it made me feel given the comments of the day and the weariness that so often accompanies motherhood.  We realized that we hadn't done that in years, perhaps not even since moving to Grand Island.

Hopefully the next pillow fight doesn't take as long to come about.  When it happens, I'll be ready to fight 'till the end.  I always win, it's just a matter of how long Phil is willing to put up with my antics until he gives in.  The battle is fierce with lots of peals of laughter, mostly from Phil as he delights in my pathetic attempts to muscle away my fluff.  The victory is even sweeter as I get to lay my head on my pillow snuggled up in my beloved's arms.  The joy, vitality, and closeness it brings to our relationship is the best part of all.