the nook of love

there's a place i go where nothing but love, warmth and rest can reach me. where the outside world, with all of its stresses, deadlines and expectations slowly melts away to nothingness.

it's called a nook, and robert has been making it for me since we got married almost three years ago.

as soon as i hop out of the shower and see it, in all its lamp-lit glory, i am powerless to deny it. robert always drapes the blanket over the back of the couch, so all i have to do is crawl into position, and he'll wrap it around me. sometimes pablo curls up in the bend of my knees. other times he snuggles under the blanket too.


and i'm out like a light in about five minutes. he'll wake me up later and we'll go to bed together, but in the early evening, when it's too early to sleep but my body is screaming otherwise, the nook is the perfect solution.


and it's really not much, honesty. just the corner of our couch. a white blanket from target. three pillows propped up against each other. two from ikea, the other found in an antique shop. i'm certain they make softer blankets. fluffier pillows. couches that aren't stained with, well, life.


but that's not the point. i think i love the nook so much because of the love that goes into it. the special thought that has to occur in robert's mind before its created. because i never ask for the nook. it's just always there. kind of like these notes that keep popping up all over the place:

and the fact that he knows me so well--knows exactly what i need to recharge and soothe my soul? well, that's the most comfortable thing in the world.