We Make the Bed

She doesn’t know this, but one of my favorite small little habits I perform with my wife Anna is making the bed together.

Actually, I’m quite sure this will come as a shock to her because I often do it begrudgingly, with a “you could have done this on your own” look on my face as I walk into the room. But once we are there, in the act of pulling sheets, organizing pillows, and tossing the ends of blankets in the air — to me it’s like a sacred moment. Sacred because it’s a perfect metaphor — a reminder that the most important things in my life are just like making that bed.