Hairpins

During the summer, I've been putting a couple of pins in my hair to keep it out of my face.  It's too hot and sticky with it all down.  It's funny how a supply of about 80 hairpins at the beginning of the summer can dwindle down to a meager four or five.  I often forget to take them out before I fall asleep, and then when I wake up, they're gone.  I don't know where they go.  They just seem to disappear.

I was sweeping our bedroom floor tonight (a chore that has been done few and far between this summer) and was surprised when I swept under Handsome Man's side of the bed.  Out came a million hairpins!  At first I was confused: were they really falling out of my hair in my sleep and landing on his side?  But reason and a warm tingly feeling of love swept over me at once as I realized that there was a pile of hairpins on his side because my Handsome Man takes them out at night after I fall asleep on his chest.

I've always hated being the last person awake...even back as far as my little elementary sleep over days.  It feels like as soon as I realize that I'm the only person awake, that thought keeps me awake.  I feel sorry for myself as I look around the room at everyone else sleeping peacefully.

Handsome Man has never laughed at my silly quirk, or acted as if it were an inconvenience at all.  He simply cradles my head on his chest, wraps his arm around me, and reads to me until he knows I'm asleep. 

Knowing he does that has always made me feel loved, but tonight, after seeing all of the hairpins he has lovingly and carefully taken out of my hair so that I would be more comfortable, I just love him even more.

What a guy ♥