Mattresses.

For our entire marriage Brad and I have slept on a double/full bed.  For the two of us, Brad at 6'5" and myself at 5'10", this was tiny.  So a couple of weeks ago we moved the double bed into our extra bedroom and borrowed two twin mattresses from my parents to put together and use as a king.  At first it was so great!  We finally had room to sleep next to each other and not on top of each other, I could stretch out in the morning and not hit him, I didn't have to worry about quietly sliding out from under an appendage of his in the morning as not to wake it up, wonderful, right?  Well after a couple days I noticed that I had gotten the much older/flatter/out of working conditions-er mattress and I was not sleeping.  So what does this have to with my dear hubby?  Well the day before yesterday I came home and first off, the house was neat and the bed was made!  Yay hubby!  Not that it's super rare, just not as common as it could be so I was pleasantly surprised.  So we had a wonderful evening, etc.  And then we went to go lay down to go to sleep and what do I feel!?  A COMFY MATTRESS!!!  In his house cleaning and bed making, he had switched his decently comfy mattress with my completely uncomfy one.  I know it sounds silly, but it was a complete difference in my comfort level which resulted in a complete difference in my sleep.  I appreciated it a ton and am super grateful of how aware he is of me.  Thank you honey, I love you!