Last night, things felt just a tiny bit more like home...

After I got off of work, my phone was playing nice and finally let me see the screen. I got to see all the txt T had sent saying "Good Morning Beautiful" or just seeing how my day was, or saying Goodnight. It made me smile a big goofy grin. I txt T to see if he was still awake. He wasn't but he called anyway...still half sleep. We talked for a little bit, about what Christmas this year would be like...and how fun last year was. Last year was our first Christmas actually doing something together. Then slowly he started to drift...I heard him softly snoring in my ear and I smiled again. I miss his snoring. It may sound funny...but like I have explained before my DAd always snored really loud. I could be upstairs with my door shut on the opposite side of the house...him downstairs with his door shut and it would still sound like he was on the other side of my door. So I learned to find comfrot in it...I knew he was there.

I woke T up and told him to go to sleep I would talk to him tomorrow...half sleep he said, "No I'm talking to you, but I can't hear you...then he started snoring again. I laughed and said it was because he was sleep. He told me, "I'm just so tired." And I know he is, he has been working so many hours and getting up in the middle of the night to go get people from the bars when they were too drunk to drive home. And I know how hard it is for him to wake up, so when he wakes up just to talk to me, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. After arguing with me about how awake he was for about 2 mins. he started mumbling in his sleep. I figured he had started dreaming. I woke him up again to say goodnight and I love you. He whispered it back and snored again before he hung up. I sat and listened to him snore for just a little while.

Its funny how a little thing can make your night. And many things I find comfort in that most people would not. My Mum thinks its hilarious that I actually like it when he snores. And to I find it lets me know he is ok. I know he is breathing. Since my Dad has sleep apnea (lack of breathing for intervals of greater than 30secs while sleeping) I have noticed at times T does it too. Mostly when he is overly tired or can't get comfortable.

And its funny the things that get passed on through generations...you know the silly things. My parents may not have carried who was there with them when they slept...but the things I remember as a child, like my Dad snoring...I still look for now. My Dad use to sleep like a log too...but when he heard the faintest "Daddy..." he jumped up to see what was wrong. I think most would agree its a parental instinct thing or something... But now, I do that with Baby Boy. And when he is sleep, you'll find that his little hand creeps across the bed to feel for you. His favorite spot is your neck, but if he can't find that he will be content to rub your arm or back. and like I did when I was little...he can't resist kicking you square in the back. If he can't find you, kick you...boom...he's awake looking for you. And it absolutely tickles me that my 2 yr old...snores.

Anyways, I thought it was a kodak moment to share from last night. Or at least to mark in my memory of journals...

Last night was the closet to home I have felt in a long while. Amazing what snoring on the phone can do. Isn't it?