this morning #1114.

this morning, right after we both woke up, he asked me to repeat what i’d said to him last night as we drifted off to sleep. he needed to know that it wasn’t all a dream. it was humorous. stupid cute. he knew just what i’d said. i humored him though, once again laid out the reasons why i’d fallen for him. shared for the second time what his love had done for me, how his grace made me feel safe. he made me want to treat others better, treat myself better, do my part to make the world easier to walk through. when i fell asleep, i wasn’t at all afraid of the nightmares. he smiled wide at that part, brought my head to his chest, didn’t even give me a chance to say that i hoped it’d never grow old.