There is one thing though, that used to bother me. He snores from time to time. He has told me that if his snoring wakes me, I can wake him up and ask him to roll over. Which is really kind of him, I know. And I used to do that, I don't any more. The "Why of it" follows.
In the summer of 2010 we went to Hong Kong on a missions trip. It was quite a growing experience for both of us, but the biggest change in me, toward him, also happened there. We were assigned rooms by our host group, and the rooms had bunk beds. The comparable American size bed on top was smaller than a twin and the bottom wasn't quite a double, maybe a twin plus 6 inches in width. Matt is 6' 4" the bed was almost that long. He had to sleep corner to corner or "Cattywampus". Even if I could fit in the bed, the temperatures were in the 90s with 90% humidity. Even if there was room for me there's no way to sleep together in that.
I slept in the top bunk. It was my first group mission trip and, believe it or not, sleeping separately is the one thing I needed to prepared myself for, but didn't. This was the first time we'd slept in the same room in different beds. It was mind-blowing, as I look back on it, how devastated I was by this aspect of the trip.
The days were grueling, and by the night I was exhausted. I was homesick, a bit emotional and by the third night I was so irritated by Matt's snoring that I was about to get up and tell him to roll over. And then it hit me... Matt is here, in this room, with me. I can hear his snoring, just like at home. Comfort and peace washed over me. I realized that there may come a day, when I no longer hear his snoring and I'll wish I could hear it one last time to know that he's with me.
To this day, when his snoring wakes me up, it makes me smile. I love hearing it. I usually tear up before I drift off to sleep. It reminds me too, that there are so many wives that can no longer hear their husbands snore.
I am truly blessed when my husband snores!



