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It's 12:15 AM. My husband sleeps with the room so cold i have to wear two pairs of socks. But when i cuddle up next to him, his little body is so hot all the time i call him my little furnace. Then i have to take off all my clothes cause i start sweating to death.
He is so cute when he sleeps. He lays down in the bed and can usually go right to sleep within five minutes. I don't usually fall asleep so fast. He sometimes smacks his lips together like he is eating something. And occasionally, he will hold a conversation with some unknown person in his dreams. Sometimes i will think he is talking to me and i will say "what?" and he will just a keep on mumbling away. Sometimes i can understand what he is saying. Other times, it will be total jibberish, and it will take everything i have not to bust out laughing so i don't wake him up. See, i get curious to hear the rest of the conversation, and if i wake him up, well then i've just blown it, haven't i?
I like when we lay down and he asks me to lay on my side so that he can put his arms around me. When he works nights on the boat, i sure do miss it. Of course, i can't sleep on my side. I can only fall asleep on my stomach. But i get on my side anyway, because that way he can cuddle with me before he goes to sleep. When he works nights on the boat, I lay on the opposite side of the bed-in his spot-so as to be closer to him when he is far away. When he comes home in the morning, he will say "whatchoo doin in my spot, wife?" (with a smile on his face that could make the world melt). I tell him it is to be closer to him while he is gone. He thinks it is sweet. I fall asleep so much easier when he is at home. Except tonight i have pain going on and i can't yet fall asleep.
I love when he smiles...It is the most gentle, caring, warm smile i have ever seen. He is so charming and good looking. Everytime he smiles he takes my breath away...Those beautiful, perfect, white teeth; that gorgeous sandy-blonde hair; that body built exactly the way that I like it...There are so many things i love about my husband...I love the part where he gave me a son; a son as intelligent as ever and sharp as a whip.
Robbie is something else. He has such wonderful physical features. I love those smile-creases on each side of where his lips stop. And those high cheeckbones that give him such a rough and rugged exterior. As much as I would rather to listen to something else, I love when he turns on the radio and his country classic Saturday night is on. He starts singing and tapping his hands on the steering wheel. He looks at me, his mouth full of the music's words, and sings in the car with his whole heart and soul, all the while smiling at me like the little, down-home country ass boy that he is.
I love when i give him eclipse gum. He will chew it for a second and make this "oh my GAWD this is some strong shit!" face. He does it everytime. And everytime I laugh my ass off cause it is so funny. My God, I love that man so very much. And i love the life he has given me. I love the love he has given me. The little things that I never have to ask for. The little things that no matter how much money a person has, could never be bought in a store, and could never be replaced in my heart. I love that man.
He is so cute when he sleeps. He lays down in the bed and can usually go right to sleep within five minutes. I don't usually fall asleep so fast. He sometimes smacks his lips together like he is eating something. And occasionally, he will hold a conversation with some unknown person in his dreams. Sometimes i will think he is talking to me and i will say "what?" and he will just a keep on mumbling away. Sometimes i can understand what he is saying. Other times, it will be total jibberish, and it will take everything i have not to bust out laughing so i don't wake him up. See, i get curious to hear the rest of the conversation, and if i wake him up, well then i've just blown it, haven't i?
I like when we lay down and he asks me to lay on my side so that he can put his arms around me. When he works nights on the boat, i sure do miss it. Of course, i can't sleep on my side. I can only fall asleep on my stomach. But i get on my side anyway, because that way he can cuddle with me before he goes to sleep. When he works nights on the boat, I lay on the opposite side of the bed-in his spot-so as to be closer to him when he is far away. When he comes home in the morning, he will say "whatchoo doin in my spot, wife?" (with a smile on his face that could make the world melt). I tell him it is to be closer to him while he is gone. He thinks it is sweet. I fall asleep so much easier when he is at home. Except tonight i have pain going on and i can't yet fall asleep.
I love when he smiles...It is the most gentle, caring, warm smile i have ever seen. He is so charming and good looking. Everytime he smiles he takes my breath away...Those beautiful, perfect, white teeth; that gorgeous sandy-blonde hair; that body built exactly the way that I like it...There are so many things i love about my husband...I love the part where he gave me a son; a son as intelligent as ever and sharp as a whip.
Robbie is something else. He has such wonderful physical features. I love those smile-creases on each side of where his lips stop. And those high cheeckbones that give him such a rough and rugged exterior. As much as I would rather to listen to something else, I love when he turns on the radio and his country classic Saturday night is on. He starts singing and tapping his hands on the steering wheel. He looks at me, his mouth full of the music's words, and sings in the car with his whole heart and soul, all the while smiling at me like the little, down-home country ass boy that he is.
I love when i give him eclipse gum. He will chew it for a second and make this "oh my GAWD this is some strong shit!" face. He does it everytime. And everytime I laugh my ass off cause it is so funny. My God, I love that man so very much. And i love the life he has given me. I love the love he has given me. The little things that I never have to ask for. The little things that no matter how much money a person has, could never be bought in a store, and could never be replaced in my heart. I love that man.