You know what's great about being married? Not having to sleep alone, it's one of my favorite parts. Because as I've learned in this short time of marriage, living with a boy can be...well... interesting. Don't get me wrong it's amazing! But men are gross.
But at the end of the day, when the whole house is quite, and I get to crawl into bed next to this hansome man, it's then when we read to each other, talk for hours, make out like teenagers for hours (yes we still make out) then fall asleep to the sound of his breath. Let me adjust that last statment, I fall asleep to the sound of his breath and not thirty minutes later the dogs snoring and he's snoring so mama has to get up and turn the fan on to muffle the sound. Never the less, I wouldn't trade it for the world.