Lately, my husband has been telling me that I not only talk in my sleep but that he has conversations with me! We try to go to bed at the same time but occasionally, I flop into bed earlier and Chris finds his way into a nice warm bath. Actually, truth be known, Chris is the only man I know who can fall asleep in the tub and snore, with Sudoku puzzles resting on his face – but that’s another story!
Chris gets a real kick out of asking me questions when I am fast asleep and jabbering away. Somehow, I instinctively know when Chris has climbed into bed and I naturally snuggle up beside him – but I’m somewhere in “la-la land “, kibitzing with my dreams. So, Chris seizes the opportunity and starts to engage me in conversation. The last time we “talked”, the conversation went something like this:
Diane: (mumble-mumble-mumble) Dots!
Chris: What dots?
Diane: On the whales.. (Pause) They look like my brothers.
Chris: The whales?
Diane: Nooo, the dots!
Chris started to laugh and then I said, in an exasperated tone, “Well, whoop-di-doo!” as if Chris was incapable of carrying on a reasonable conversation. At that point, I woke up because Chris was laughing so hard.
These are good moments. I have to say that very few days go by without my husband making me laugh. In fact, I think he subconsciously gauges the day by the number of giggles he gets out of me.
It’s an awesome thing…that “tickling in your gut.”
Psalm 126:2 Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy.