Middle of the night...
I wake up in the middle of the night pretty regularly. It’s usually just to turn over...sometimes I get up and visit the restroom...but no matter the reason it’s one of my most favorite times of the night.
It’s in those little moments that I’m able to admire the man laying next to me. I’m able to savor the sound of his breathing, snuggle in close to him and take in his scent and then wrap my arms and legs in his and feel safe against his skin.
If I’m lucky enough to have him facing me...I can position myself just right to feel his breath on my forehead and listen to his heartbeat.
Sometimes I back myself into him and instinctively he will wrap his arms around me and pull me in tight to him. Then I will lay there feeling his breath on my neck...and let the rhythm of his breathing rock me back to sleep.
We have a automatic way of holding hands while we sleep as well. If I could melt into him go be closer...I would.
It’s absolutely one of my favorite things...middle of the night reminders of how lucky I am...and how much I love this man.