I finally got a good night's sleep last night. I always do when I sleep in Craig's chest. For whatever reason, he says he sleeps better that way too. He was in NC night before last and I could barely sleep at all.
After seven years of being married (8 years together, 9 if you count the online part) I still feel like the world stops every time he wraps his arms around me. I forget to tell him that sometimes though I don't know why.
Every morning he kisses me before he leaves, even though I'm asleep most of the time. Yesterday I asked him to go in late since he'd been out of town the two days before. SO he stayed home a while then went to work after my medicine kicked in and I'd fallen to sleep.
This picture is a couple years old but he and I haven't done one together with only the two of us in a while. I had to scan this in so it looks even more like crap but whatever. It's still us.
And for some reason we're surviving in spite of all the crap we're going through. I really didn't think there were still men like him out there when I divorced Marshall. Luckily, God sent me a man good enough to make up for the first one.