this morning my sleep was interrupted by my phone ringing.
i was alarmed because it felt like the middle of the night.
and i thought, "who would be calling me in the middle of the night?"
it was a number i didn't have saved in my phone, so i quickly rejected it.
then looked at the time: 6:57.
darn you, utah winters.
on any other given day my alarm would ring (just like the phone call ring)
and i would have no trouble basically turning it off in my sleep and quickly returning to my dream-filled slumber.
but this morning, i tossed and turned.
and was frustrated that i couldn't return to sleep.
lincoln rolled over and his face rested on his pillow a good five inches from the back of my neck.
every exhale of his i would get a cold tingly shot of air that trickled down my back.
i laid there for a good five minutes anticipating the breath coming from my handsome husband.
slow. steady. and sure.
i thought about how we met, our first date, our first kiss...
i can still remember it so clearly.
i love moments like these.
no worldly distractions.
i can sit and be grateful that he is mine and i am his.
mornings are my favorite.
some time later i return to sleep and husband wakes to get ready for school.
he leans over and kisses me goodbye and i usually try to tell him in a half-awake-consciousness about my crazy dream i just had.
like yesterday when i told him i had a dream i was pregnant with a girl and i was 17 weeks along and it was "scary."
i know that no one takes me seriously when i say this because i'm still a "newlywed" or whatever but:
i love being married.