After Drew and I had brushed our teeth, said our prayers, turned out the lights, and curled up under the covers, my mind was racing. It seemed like every time poor Drew would be right on the edge of sleeping, I piped in with another silly and pointless thought. Of all the silly and pointless things to say, it was this:
"I wish you could have been at my twentieth birthday party."
He sighs, but to humor me asks, "Do you?"
"Yeah, it was so much fun. Maddie cleared out her front room for dancing and we decorated it like a beach party because I hate winter. And there was tons of good food. You should have been there."
I see him wrinkle his forehead, clearly wishing I would just stop talking and let him sleep. But he's too nice to ignore me, and answers with a, "Sounds like so much fun."
"It really was. I would have invited you if you weren't in Brazil. But I also wish I was at your farewell and homecoming for your mission. So I guess we're even."
He pauses, and says, "I'm just glad you invited me to your wedding."
And I laugh because he has that way of directing things back to what really matters.
Then we slept. Deep and dreamless.