when i was about 10 or 11 years old i went to a slumber party. we were playing some game and i was bit by the sleepy bug, so i took a pillow behind a recliner in the living room (where the game was centered) and went to sleep.

in the morning my friends said that i looked like sleeping beauty with my hair fanned out above me on the pillow and my hands crossed on my chest.

i remember that day. my normally frizzy mop manifested itself in perfect smooth waves…

it was a good hair day. (when they’re so few and far between, they’re easy to recall)

this memory came back to me a few minutes ago when i was thinking about my morning…sometime prior to 4am my boyfriend got up out of bed to go to the bathroom. i think i heard him get up and i was still half in/out of sleep when he came back.

upon his return, he cuddled up next to me to share all his delicious warmth and as he laid his arm across me to pull me a little closer i heard him whisper ‘you’re so beautiful.’

if you know me, you already know that he’s a sweetheart. i mean, really…he’s sorta perfect. feel free to throw up puppies and rainbows, it’s TRUE.

anyway, what i found so heartwarming and special about this particular moment was he thought i was asleep…he wasn’t saying it to make me feel good, he was just saying it.

…because he meant it.

and that means everything.

*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*

he’s seriously like a dream.

it’s moments like this that get me through the monotony of my day.

and even though i’m freeeeeeeeeezing at work, my heart is keeping me warm & cozy.