It's very late (or early depending on when you start your day) and I should be asleep. But, I am not asleep. I am just laying here... in our bed. Listening to the man of my life sleep. Quiet breathing. Gentle rhythms, warmth, and sweet comfort. I should be asleep, but since I am not... taking time to observe the finer things in life, such as the presence of my sleeping husband, is a good thing. A fine thing. I love him.