I felt like crap yesterday. I slept a good portion of the afternoon but it really didn’t help. I cooked dinner. The food wasn’t spectacular, but they ate it without (much) complaint. Watched a show I wanted to see, then went to bed and read till about 3:30 am. My husband quietly snored beside me as I did so. The noise gets on my nerves, so I’m always telling him to roll over. I finally put my head to pillow to go to sleep and as usual, my mind went for a walk before I faded out. My hand was tucked under my hubby, just for the comfort of contact, and what wandered across my mind was “This man loves me. He doesn’t love me because I’m special. I’m special because he loves me. It’s tangible, the power of his feelings for me. This is a palpable contentment that holds me up and grounds me at the same time. The knowledge that he cares for me so much isn’t overwhelming, but calming, soothing. I don’t deserve it, but no one deserves to be loved like he loves me. Nothing I could do could ever earn it.” So while all of this is going through my head, I’m falling asleep. And he starts to snore again. And I tell him to roll over again, because he keeps rolling back over to touch me in his sleep. I don’t like the noise, but I like why it’s there. 🙂