He’s a cute sleeper. I didn’t even want to sleep because it would mean that I had to stop stroking his hair and cuddling him when he started to get restless. Anytime I moved even an inch he scooted closer to me and pressed his face into my hair. He twitches a lot in his sleep, but he’ll stop instantly if I put my arm around him.
I usually get nightmares while I sleep, but last night I didn’t have a single one. Hard to feel scared when you’re surrounded by the smell and feel of the love of your life, and you can kiss him if you lean an inch to the right. He woke up before me, but I remember him leaning down to kiss my cheek before he got up. I woke up to the smell of eggs. He even got strawberries with sugar, because I briefly mentioned the day before that I liked them that way. Standing behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist while he cooked the eggs was the best feeling in the world.
I just couldn’t stop watching him. Something about his face just draws my eyes and I can hardly look away. I’ve never been this happy in my life. I love him, I love his family, I cherish every single moment I can spend next to him. I never want to lose him.