I give him way too much credit

Since I’ve been sick, I’ve been extremely warm at nights, so most nights I’ve gone to sleep using only a sheet. Well, the night before last, I woke up really, really cold. As I lay there, debating whether or not it was worth it to sit up and reach to the end of the bed to get my blanket, Ryan sat up, grabbed the blanket, spread it over me, then rolled over and was instantly asleep again.

I was amazed—did Ryan really just tend to my needs in his sleep?

I marveled at that as I fell back asleep—what exactly was it that tipped him off? Did he notice I was sleeping on my hands? Did I not notice I was shivering? I concluded that I was just a really lucky girl to have a husband who cares so much for me that he could notice things like this in his sleep.

Well, the morning came and left in a rush, and I didn’t get a chance to ask him about his kindness until we were getting in bed last night. His reply:

Did I really do that? All I remember from last night is realizing I had both corners of the blanket, so I spread it over you hoping you wouldn’t notice I’d stolen the covers. I just didn’t want to get in trouble.

So. Here I am thinking he’s the greatest man alive for taking care of me and he’s really just looking out for number one.

I sure love that man.