Pillow Talk

So I am pretty sure I've said it before, but the best thing about being married? Never have to leave him. Getting to fall asleep next to him every night and waking up to him every morning. It's just wonderful.

But last night I got to thinking.

I think there is one thing I love more than that.

Pillow talk.


Every night we go to bed, we lay in bed and talk.
It's inevitable. 
No matter how tired either of us are, 
No matter how early either of us need to be up the next morning,
We always lay and talk.
And I don't just mean "talk" talk.
I mean, like silly, playful, goofy, serious, random, all sorts of kind of talk.
Mostly silly. And playful. And random.


Lying face to face, arms and legs entangled,
we talk about anything and everything.
We laugh. Loudly.
We have tickling fights.
And we kiss.
And we cuddle.
And we fall asleep in the middle of a conversation.
Well, that's definitely more me than him.


I love the pillow talk.
We talk about religion.
And babies.
And friends.
And life.
And food.
And games.
And work.
And school.
And everything in between.


I just love the pillow talk.
It's the best part of my day, every day.