>> August 11, 2010
I love my husband.
He often has a way of being so tender with me. Like last night while laying in bed (this is G rated, I promise). I was exhausted from a previous rough night's sleep because of a bad dream, combined with an early morning which merged together with a long drive to town and back. We were facing each other in bed and he held my hand that rested somewhere up near my head. I apparently flinched involuntarily as I drifted off to sleep.
"Huh?" I drooled.
"You flinched like you were going to pin my arm in an arm wrestling move." Les laughed more.
"Well I must've done it in my sleep before you rudely woke me up loudly asking if I wanted to arm wrestle." I reasoned sarcastically.
"We've only been laying here for about 1 minute." Les was rather amused. We both laughed and he continued to hold my hand until I drifted off to la-la land.
Even though he was teasing me, I found comfort in knowing he wanted to hold on to me until I fell asleep.
This morning he tenderly cuddled me as I woke up, assuring me he was there. (The dream the night before really did bother me and he knew it.) After I showered and got ready for the day, I leaned over the back of the couch and gave him a little kiss.
"Mmm, you smell good." He said it so lovingly.