we have a Tempur-Pedic mattress, so he wouldn't have felt anything anyway...
March 16, 2005
Last night Roger and I were discussing the possibility of him visiting a friend in California this summer to go hiking.
Roger wants to hike the High Sierras. I just want him to be careful and not die.
I started to get sad at that thought, and internally felt compelled to tell him that I loved him. So I did. Nevermind that he was drifting off to sleep and only managed to mumble, "Sweetie Pie..." When he didn't respond with pledges of his own love, my heart sank. I looked out the window, and then heard the sweetest noise. A snore. A snore that was barely audbile, but it was there. And then it rose into a low, deep growling snore.
I laid in bed giggling because his snoring brought me such delight. Except I was trying to stifle my giggles, because I didn't want to wake him up, and if you know me, you know that my giggles are full-body affairs. As he continued to
snore, I became more and more overwhelmed with how much I LOVE THIS MAN!!!
Even if he doesn't proclaim his love to me with wide-eyed adoration.
