Nighttime

"Hey sexy," my husband murmured as he cuddled behind me in bed. "You're hair looks fabulous." He slowly kissed from my elbow to my shoulder and nibbled my neck. "I love it dark."

I snuggled against his chest, tangled my feet around his legs, and kissed him. He pulled me against him.

"Babe," I wanted his answer. "Why didn't we spend that summer in Europe?"

He pulled back and looked at me. I knew the question had been in his mind longer than in mine. "What makes you ask that?"

"I don't know, I was just thinking about all our dreams we had in college, but after graduation we never did any of them. Remember? We had our passports, backpacks and we were leaving it all to wander right after graduation. But then, we didn't go."

Staring at the ceiling, he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know babe. We needed the money and we both were offered decent jobs."

I jerked up onto one elbow. "For what? What did we need the money for? We didn't have any debt, the lease was almost up and we could have easily canceled the cell phone. What was so expensive?"

"I don't know." His sigh answered my question. "I'm really tired though." He kissed me and rolled onto his side.

It'd been my fault. I was so expensive. I hadn't really wanted to live out of a backpack and not shower for weeks. I had wanted to see the sights with money in my pocket to truly "enjoy" Europe. I had pressed for us to take the jobs and postpone the trip another year.

As life goes, "one more year" is never just one year.