Last night, around 3 a.m., Ed was in his wheelchair, restless, itchy awake. He sleeps in his chair now. He's in his chair all the time. I woke up to rub his arms, scratch his ears, massage his shoulders.
I forgot what it's like to just stop for a minute and actually comfort my husband without it feeling like I was duty bound. A bitter, frustrated, overworked nurse.
In the dark, his head on my chest, my hands resting on his shoulders, it was nice.