Ah, the Joy of Clean Sheets

     What is it about sleeping on clean sheets the first night or two that is so special? I love climbing into bed and feeling them, so soft and unwrinkled. I actually feel my heart beat a little faster as I put the sheets back on the bed, in anticipation of sleeping later on. Is that really weird? Am I the only one that thinks like this.
     Maybe, I should say we, because the hubby came home from So Cal. yesterday and, though I had slept on them for one night, his side of the bed was fresh and perfect. When we went to bed last night, the first thing he said was, "Oh, clean sheets." It made me wonder if I have made too big a deal about clean sheets over the years?
     Or, perhaps, we have just grown to think and act alike. After all, we have been married for over thirty years now. I have read articles about men and women, who have been married for a long time, who grow to think, act and even look alike. I don't know which one is scarier.
     He likes me to tell him how to think and act, but I certainly don't want to look like him.
     I do have to smile when he comments on the clean sheets, though. After thirty years, all the effort and hard work of training him, is paying off. It's the little things in marriage that count.