When we are young, we kiss away in the twin bed.
A little older, we need a queen size to put our baby in the middle between us.
And a little older, when our children leave, a king size is in placed to keep our wrinkled skin off each other, so that we may feel comfortable.
In the end, nothing but space between us.
What God chose to unite, man will to separate. But the pity of God will permeate between us when we arise to heaven so that we don't have to go shop for another bed.
