…consists of (and stick with me through the “sappy” stuff) cuddling as we wake-up and in our groggy state: 1)asking how one another slept 2) if we had any dreams. Husband usually asks his questions with his mouth closed, in a mumbled way, because the preggo smeller just can’t take his morning breath. Sorry sweetie.

This morning was a fun one:

Me: “Have any dreams?”

Husband: “Ya, I had some crazy dreams.” (Me thinking, Oh this’ll be interesting) “There was this intersect in my dream, and this guy was trying to come get it from me. I might’ve been the intersect. But I had to jump on this space shuttle thing and it jumped from normal day to like space stuff and time…”

Me cutting Husband off:“Oh, so you had little boy, imaginary dreams again?”

Husband huge closed-mouth grin on his face:“Yaaaaaaaaaa”

I love this man and I love our morning routine.