I am insanely, crazy in Love with this man. Like, making food for, getting him water to drink, rubbing his back kind of Love. Like, smiling to myself, singing crappy songs, finding even the most gross things about him cute (snores like a freight train but he's such a cutie pie when he sleeps) Love.
And he loves me, too. Like kissing me in the morning (morning breath and all), laughing at my jokes (he must love me) . . . but the cutest thing he does is this: He knows that I can't sleep in the spoon position — it's physically impossible for me to fall asleep if someone is all up in my body space. But if I wake up in the middle of the night, or roll over (any sign that I'm still alive, basically) he will wake up in whatever position he's in, however deep asleep he was, and reach out and hold my hand. And then drop right back into REM sleep 10 seconds later. With my hand in his.