It had been a long day full of excitement with the kids and I was enjoying my evening night time quiet with everyone in bed. I looked at the clock and it was almost 1 am and I knew it was time to call it a day. As I climbed the stairs to my bedroom  and walking down the hall, I reached the door way of my daughter. I entered her room and covered up my daughter who was deep in sleep and turned off her TV. I then peeked in at my son and all was quiet with the exception of his radio that was softly playing in his room. I quietly walked into mine and my husband's bedroom creeping in trying not to wake him knowing he had to be up in just a few hours to head off to work.
  
     I pulled back my side of the bed covers and slowly crawled into our warm bed.  I snuggled in on under our soft threaded sheets next to my husband who was fast asleep. I extended my foot to touch my husbands as I always do each night before I fall asleep. I knew my foot was a bit cooler than Jared's but he didn't seem to mind and our toes and legs embraced. I could feel the warmth coming off his feet and once again found comfort. As I laid there next to the love of my life I thought about when the first time we started our nightly routine of our feet meeting and cuddling.
  
   For as long as I could remember it had always been something that had always been ours and something we had always done. I could remember back to the nights when we were dating cuddling on the couch and our feet would softly lean in and touch each other. As far back as I could remember it was something that always  had been apart of us and something that has always brought me comfort. I know that no matter what happens during the day that at the end of the day no matter how good or how bad the day was we always meet each other half way with our feet. There is something that is very comforting knowing no matter what we always make an effort to connect with one another even if it is the simple touch of our feet.


   As I closed my eyes to fall asleep I was once again comforted by our nightly routine. I was reminded how many blessings I have under the roof I am sleeping under tonight. I know to some people the tradition of our feet embracing before the day ends seems so little and insignificant, but to me it means the world to me and something I look forward to at the end of each day. It is a touch, a tradition that is ours and something I hope will continue on through out the rest of our lives.