sweet nothings

Husband tends to talk in his sleep and move around. So two nights ago I woke up to him kissing my collarbone and saying, "I wanted her to know how amazing she was, but she wouldn't believe me." It was so cute! (I knew he was asleep because two seconds later he made some funny noises and laughed robotically.) I then reached out and rested my hand on his chest. He took my hand in his and held on to it while tracing my arm with his other hand. It was too perfect. I kissed him gently on the lips and was surprised to find it had woken him up. He grinned and rolled over onto his side. "What are you doing?" he mused.
"Just kissing you." I replied. "Is that okay?"
He nodded.
"Can I do it again?"
He smiled and nodded his head. "Uh-huh."
It was the perfect treat for a sick girl.

Then, last night, I came home from rehearsal feeling terrible. I wanted to crawl under a rock and die. But Husband, being my night in shining armor, got me medicine and helped me into bed. We needed some things from the store but Husband stayed with me, promising he wouldn't leave until I fell asleep. He started telling me a story about a mushroom to calm me down. His voice was like velvet to my soul. We fell asleep in each others arms.

Simply perfect.

To me, this is what life is all about.

-Annie T.-