When we were first married, my husband and I slept peacefully together, cuddled skin to skin, usually with our legs intertwined and my ear pressed against his chest. His heartbeat lulled me to sleep many a night, and I couldn't imagine sleeping any other way.
By the time our children were born, sleeping together uninterrupted became a rare commodity. I was either nursing a baby, comforting a sick toddler, or watching late-night infomercials in the living room when insomnia got the best of me. When I finally did crawl into bed, the last thing I wanted after being grabbed and pulled by children all day was to be touched. I scooted to the far edge of the mattress, my back to my husband, and fell into a deep sleep.
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