Cold feet...

Every night when I climb in bed I am cold. I don't know if it's because I live in an old drafty house, or because I don't have enough fat to cover my bones, but I am just plain cold. My feet are like ice cubes. I always place them under Chris' feet to warm me up. It dawned on me the other night, that this probably isn't such a fun ritual for Chris. Why would he want freezing cold feet on him? After all he's probably a little cold himself. It also occcured to me that he has never once said that it bothers him. He loves me and would give me anything I need at any time. That's why I love him.