Roger darling always gets up before me. He’s an early riser and I’m a night owl. Since it’s Saturday morning I slept in a bit. He came into the bedroom, looked at me and asked, “are you feeling okay honey, are you sore?” I said, “I’m not as sore as I thought I would be.”
Last evening I was in a car accident. I drove left of center and hit a young kid that was driving his grandfather’s car. I’m okay and so is he. I felt so bad for him though. It was my fault! We called 911 and held hands until the cops and ambulance got there. I soothed his nerves as best I could while I cried. I digress.
Back to my Roger. After we chatted for a few minutes, I took a pain pill and headed back to bed. He then asked if he could go to the casino with my mom. I told him, “of course, I’m going back to bed.” He called my mom and they devised their plans for the day.
Then he got ready. There is something so comforting about the sound of his movements in the bathroom. Hearing the rush of water as he showers. Then after he shuts it off I know he’s standing there naked and drying himself off.
He came to stand in the doorway of our bedroom to chat, then headed back to the bathroom to shave. I couldn’t see him but I could hear the squirting sound of the shaving cream in his hand. I knew then that he was applying it to his face. He turned on the faucet to run the razor under the hot water. He repeated the movements until his face was smooth. Then he tapped the razor on the side of the sink to remove the excess water.
Next he brushed his teeth. I know because he stood in our doorway, brush in hand and squirted the toothpaste on his brush. There’s something so funny about having a conversation with him while he’s brushing his teeth. With that task done, he came to my side of the bed and kissed me sweetly. Asked one more time if it was okay if he went out to play. I told him yes, of course. I’ll be fine.
Now my eyelids are heavy from pain medicine and I’m snuggled in bed with the wonder schnauzers. I have to say I will never tire of listening to the sounds of Roger getting ready. I take such comfort in knowing he’s here.
This Piece Was Very Sweet, Ms. Renee.
I Sincerely Hope You’re Alright, Or Will Be So Soon Enough.
Take It Easy, Today, Dearest.
Much Love To Ya,
-B.
I’m better my love. Just sore. Be better if you came to visit. 🙂 We could watch 80s movies and eat popcorn. Giggle.
Very sweet! So sorry about the accident. Glad you and the kid are doing well.
Thanks my dear. And I’m glad we’re okay too. That poor young man. He was so scared. He even came to the hospital to see if I was okay. His parents were super nice too. I promised I call him today to check on him.
I love how you love Roger darling!
I do. He’s good to me. I sometimes forget how good. And I’m not so good to him. It’s been hard to write anything good these last few weeks. But this one just flowed.
I hope you are doing okay.
I’m sore but I’m still here to live another day. And I learned the hard way not to fuck with my phone while driving. I was only unplugging it from the charger and had a major accident. But I’m here.
Then you are blessed. You need to go to the doctor if you have not already.
Went to the ER last night. Had x-rays and got the all clear. Concussion, ruptured eardrum and bruising, but by God I’m alive.
Take it easy for a couple of weeks. I am so glad you walked away from that. You are blessed.
Thanks honey. I think I need to slow down a bit in all aspects of my life.
I enjoyed every word of this. You painted a clear, lovely picture.
Thank you Marian. The words haven’t been coming to me easily but this morning they poured out of me.
Drugs’ll do that. ; )
😉
I’m glad you’re alright!
Thanks I’m sore but I’ll be fine. I miss my silly blue car though.
Oh I bet! I love my little car. It’s funny how attached we get to them 🙂
Glad you’re recovering Renee. And what a lovely blog about hubby. So heartwarming.
Thanks Yaz. I’m sore but I’ll live. That’s all that matters. I tell ya I’m not sure where this story came from but I sure did like writing it.
So glad to hear you are OK! And that you have a wonderful caring man in your life. Its nice just knowing they are there sometimes, and like you said, the comfort in repetition is very soothing 🙂
I’m okay. Sore as hell, but okay. I’ve also learned to not touch my fucking phone when I’m driving. Never again. Never. Don’t you do it either Missy. 🙂
So glad to hear!!!
I try, and I’m pretty good at it. Very strict laws here in CA, and I can’t afford for my insurance to go up!! Or you know, die, LOL
Yes the dying part is not good at all. If I didn’t have the side impact air bags I really do believe that I could have died. Or had a closed head injury. I’ll take the mild concussion, ruptured ear drum and broken car over death any day.
Oh geez, I’m SO glad you had all that…
Hope you improve and your morning could be mine…I thought you must have been spying!
Maybe I was. Giggle. I am getting better every day. I had never thought of it before, how comforting it was to listen to him getting ready in the morning. But for some reason, I’m sure it was the car accident the day before. For some reason it struck a chord with me and I had to write it down. Roger Darling liked the post too. It made it smile. But then he’s always been my best critic.
I felt a sense of comfort just reading this…
Thank you dear. It’s what I was going for. I felt incredible comfort when listening to him get ready. I never realized how much I enjoyed it.