I always stay up later than David. He has to work (like a normal person...he has to actually GO to work). I, on the other hand, can sleep a little later, roll out of the bed, and sign on to my VPN...instantly I'm "at the office". He tries his very best to stay up with me, but it never works. His eyes start to close and he yawns several times...and finally I tell him to go on to bed. He fakes reluctance and then I "tuck him in" and say goodnight.
While he sleeps I catch up on some "me time". I read my mystery novels, or review new Facebook posts...or write. And the entire time I think of my wonderful, sweet husband sleeping in the next room. He's dreaming of the things he needs to do or things he's done. He only stirs a little when I climb into bed next to him. And then I listen...listen to him breathe (and sometimes snore). And then I smile, thank the good Lord he gave him to me, and then I sleep...peacefully beside him.
He doesn't think he does enough for me. He tells me often that he wishes he could do more. He wishes he could make me smile with gifts of flowers and jewelry. He tells me he loves me and he hopes I know it. He sends me texts telling me how much I mean to him...but he always wants to follow it up with a loving gesture.
What he doesn't know is that he's my gift. Having him next to me on the couch watching Law & Order on the DVR is like Heaven to me. Having him beside me in the car makes me smile. Holding his hand in the grocery store is better than any flowers or jewelry he will ever give me.
His words calm me. His touch brings me peace. His smile melts my heart. His kiss makes me feel alive. He is just a man to everyone else...but to me...well...he's kind of a big deal. :)
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