Tug-a-war at 3:00am

Seth and I hit our 18mo anniversary last Sunday - Woo Hoo! We're still very much in love with each other and haven't experienced a terrible day together yet. (I hope I didn't just jynx ourselves, we have a long, looooong road ahead of us.)

So you know how once you're married and actually live with the person you notice things about your spouse that you didn't know in the dating/engaged stage, cause you're all lovey dovey and cuddly and life is fantastic for us girls that love that kind of attention? Well I've noticed that my favorite time of the day is "nigh night time" to cuddle with seth right before we go to sleep and talk about our day. "Nigh Night Time" is his favorite time of the day too - because he gets to go to sleep. Too bad our 'favorite time of the day' clashes with each other perfectly. The result is me fighting for my favorite time vs his sleep. I know that doesn't sound that bad . . . but you don't understand . . . In order for seth to be able to go to sleep, he needs his space ( = me an arm's length apart), the sheet and blanket just right, his pillow just right, a fan blowing, and everything - it all has to be just right for at least 10+ minutes before his mind slips into unconscience bliss. He's a very light sleeper. I on the other hand - could fall asleep standing up in broad daylight. With this introduction - here is my lil story:

A few nights ago in the middle of the morning, I was sleeping so soundly and dreaming away. And all of the sudden I feel my pillow being jerked beneath me, I woke up and kind of waited to see if Seth was awake or if I had just drempt it. I go back to sleep and a few moments later there was a harder jerk and my pillow went out from under my head. What the crap!? So I sit up, look over and my pillow is on the other side of the bed, like half on top of Seth's and he's laying on it. . . Instantly I went from being utterly confused to twitterpated that he wanted to be so close to me while we slept. I curled up to him and said "Awwww, you want to be so close?". He then wakes up a tad, grunts a sleepy "huh uh". . . jerk. So I grunted back "Then give me my pillow back" and I crawled to my side of the bed not to disturb him again.

The next morning he had no idea what I was talking about, of course. I think he was dreaming about what it would be like to let his wife cuddle with him and how nice it would be. But his conscience can't break away from his old habits and open the wonderful door to happy cuddle sleep time. How do you get a boy to make his dreams come true . . .