I've been freezing cold every night for the last four nights, mostly, I suspect, because I'm too stubborn to admit that spring isn't quite here yet and I'm insistent upon keeping the bedroom window open - if even just a crack. I'm a big fan of air. In fact, I have to admit that I keep the bedroom window open all through the winter too, much to My Beloved's endless chagrin.
Anyway, just like the three nights previous, last night I was getting ready for bed all the while lamenting the fact that I was once again feeling decidedly popsicle-esque. I still had to brush my teeth and do all the rest of my nighttime rituals, so My Beloved (who was already tucked up in bed) said, "you go finish in the bathroom and I'll warm your spot."
I turned to see him wiggling over to my side, foregoing the nice warm spot he'd already made for himself.
And my heart, for the millionth time since I met him, melted.
Giving up your warm spot to someone too stubborn to keep the window closed on a chilly spring night? That's the surest sign of love there is.