Sharing a bed

When Rebekah and I were little, we shared a bed at mom's house. We slept together in a full sized bed. Sometimes we would stay up late talking, and mom would have to tell us to go to sleep. We would snuggle together for warmth if we were cold, and it seemed like every night she would steal my covers, or kick me in her sleep.

For awhile, we also shared bunk beds. I remember whoever was on bottom that night would kick between the slats of the top bunk to see if we could get a reaction from the one on top. It's not very comfortable to have someone's toe in your back, even if it is through a mattress.

More recently, when Rebekah was in the hospital, I remember telling her several times that I wanted to climb in her bed with her and snuggle. I told her I just wanted to hold her and make everything all right. She would always squeeze my hand so hard wishing I could just climb in bed with her.

Laying in bed tonight trying to sleep, I started to remember these things, and just had to get up and post about it. I miss her so much, and hope everyone will help me keep her memory alive with this website.