The other day I wrote a post about how Josh slept on the floor in our bedroom because our bed was wet (no, that wasn't anything to do with me) and he didn't want to sleep far away from me. He is a real sweetheart.
I guess I'm not that nice.
The other morning, just after 6:00, I woke to our three year old tapping my face. When my eyes opened I noticed that the ceiling was much closer to my nose than it normally is. That's when I remembered I was sleeping on the top bunk in my daughter's room. That's because my sweet husband was snoring up a storm during the night and I just couldn't handle it so I made the journey into Ellie's room for some peace and quiet.
Josh is apparently the only romantic in this household. Minus three points for his wife (but at least she got some sleep, and she didn't make him head out to the couch -- that should count for something).
Anyway, the whole thing left us both laughing. Good thing the man upstairs assigned us matching sense of humors when he sent us down here. Life is definitely full of adventure, even in the middle of the night.