PREFACE: For the past month and a half I have been working night shifts. I come home at 7:30 in the morning, change into my sweats, and cuddle with my puppy downstairs on the couch (where its cool and dark in the basement). I have also been getting my best "sleep" when watching the movie Tangled because it takes away the noises of my house and doesn't have loud commercials that wake me up. Why I love watching Tangled is beyond me... but I do.
Two weeks ago I was super upset the hour before I had to leave for work and Lance trying to be Sir Lance-a-lot tried making me feel better. He gave me a blanket (while I was already on the couch) and said let me turn on your movie. Without me telling him he turned on Tangled.
Now the reason for this post:
Yesterday (Sunday) I was grumpy because my phone rang while I was sleeping and woke me up. I couldn't fall back asleep in my bed because it was 11am and the sun was bright and the room was hot. I went downstairs and fell asleep next to Lance while watching football. I woke up at 2pm with Lance gone *at church* and Tangled on the TV.
I know this sounds silly, but those sweet gestures and the little things he remembers melts my heart. Something as small as putting on a silly Disney movie has me loving him more and more each day. Thank heavens my string of working nights is finally coming to an end. Now I'm excited to get back to the regular world where I sleep through the night.. every night.
