The inside reads, “Seriously. Socks in bed.”
I took this picture of a Valentine’s card last February. (Note, I didn’t buy the card: we aren’t big Valentine’s Day sort of people. Bah hum bug.)
I thought of this photo again recently, as Chicago has definitely hit socks-in-bed season. And while my last post may have been a gentle reminder to be thoughtful about what you wear to bed (see The Case of the Missing Nightgown), the corollary of this reminder is that marriage gives you the freedom to leave your socks on.
Perhaps I’ve mentioned this on the blog before, so forgive me for the repetition: in one of our wedding cards, a friend wrote a memorable message: marriage is like a slumber party every night with your best friend, who happens to be a boy.
You can debate the validity of that statement – and I’ll be the first to tell you that sometimes it is decidedly not at all like a slumber party. But here’s one thing to keep in mind: this is good slumber party weather. And when the weather turns cold, nothing feels much better than curling up in bed next to the warm body of your spouse for a good cuddle. Definitely leave your socks on.
