My Sleep Mate.

If you know me, you know my sleep mate. No, I'm not talking about my handsome husband, Luke, although he is great sleep mate...

I am talking about the love affair I have with my sleep machine. The other day I realized that more than any other person I know or thing I own, my sleep mate has been with me. He has been with me to the Dominican Republic, St. Lucia, my parents' house, my friends' houses, my girls trips, trips to Boone...He was with me in a my old apartment and with me in my new apartment. He calms me before I go to bed every night, he keeps me asleep throughout the night and he is just my constant. Even when Luke can't be there...my sleep mate is.

Creepy? Maybe. But I am guaranteed a good night sleep no matter where I am, whats on my mind, how loud the fraternity is that lives behind us...as long as this guy is with me.

It all started my senior year of college when I moved back in the Sigma Kappa house. There was an air condition unit right beside my bed. My roommate and I would put it on to block the noise of our crazy sisters in the hall way (love you girls). Anyway, I graduated, and moved back home with my parents for a few months (gotta love that). I had the WORST time sleeping EVERY night until my mom pointed out that maybe I was used to the noise from my AC unit! Alleluia! I got a box fan and all my worries were solved...

until I would leave for the night or the weekends. So, my box fan started traveling with me, which was not the most convenient thing to lug around! So, the next year for Christmas Santa Clause blessed my spirit and my sleep by bringing me my very own sleep mate.

So, here's to you sleep mate!