Poor Matt. He’s been sick all week and hasn’t gotten any better. = (
He’s also been kicked to the couch which doesn’t make me look so nice but truth be told, the couch is a more comfortable than the bed (or so I thought). I’ve even begged to sleep on the couch! I won a few night ago. Yet, to my amazement it turned out that the couch isn’t so comfortable without him snuggling next to me.
In the middle of the night I rolled over to hug Matt and instead got air. I woke up with a start as a wave of anxiety came to me. Realizing where I was I clumsily walked to the bedroom, got into bed, gave Matt a kiss, and went to sleep. Don’t tell him this since I’ve been dubbed the “less affectionate” partner but I rather sleep on the floor with him next to me than sleep on a king size bed with 5,000 thread count sheets. I fit perfectly on his chest and I hate to sleep without him. It just SUCKS, for a lack of a better word. It’s not the same.
Anyway, I was cleaning up his computer yesterday (burning files on CDs and such) when I came across this picture:
I JUST CRACKED UP!
We had gone on a photo excursion a few months ago, doing silly poses and playing around with the camera. Every time I tell Matt to “pose” he goes into A) surfer mode or B) he does the stupid contemplative, hand on chin look (I hate that look!). Yet yesterday, I realized that he had added an ocean background using a picture I took of Laguna Beach, and did some surf board outline which turn out to be RAD!
Even at his sickest and moodiest he manages to make me laugh!
