Lulled into dreamland...

Watching somebody sleep has to be one of the most personal, intimate things in the world. Neither party is required to really do or say anything; one simply has to sleep, while the other rests and remains quiet. I feel incredibly acquainted with Joe's sleeping self; the tossing, the turning, the amount of times he wakes up, the cute noises he makes in his sleep and, best of all, the way he opens his eyes, looks directly at me, and says, "I love you," even though he may have said it thrice already on similar wakings. Here is a man whose purity of heart is revealed to me from the very moment he wakes up 'til the moment he sleeps again, and I feel very blessedly unworthy.