a 12:30pm convo

Do you ever experience something cute/fun/interesting/challenging/special and catch yourself automatically thinking, "that's gonna be a blog post!" Do you ever feel embarrassed for yourself when that happens? Yeah, me too. 

Then I remind myself that it's important to me to document life in this way. And I'm glad I do because this blog keeps track of all the little things I want to remember but probably wouldn't otherwise. Take last night, for example. 

(I know I've posted this picture before but I'm kinda obsessed with it. Can you blame me?)

It's 12:30pm and I'm wide awake in bed. I mumble/groan, "I can't sleep," waking up Chas from his sleep. Without hesitation, this is how he responds:

Chas: "I'm sorry, babe. Why can't you sleep?"

Me: "I'm just thinking about too much stuff."

Chas: "Well what kind of stuff? Do you want to talk about it?"

Me: "No. It's just dumb, silly stuff."

Chas: "Ok. Well, do you want a back tickle/massage then?"

Me: ......

Chas: "Do you want me to sing you a song?"

Me: ......

Chas: "Do you want me to sing you Winnie the Pooh?"

Me: "mmm...Yes, please."

At that moment I thought to myself, I hope I never ever ever take for granted this kind of selfless love and service that Chas offers to me at any place, any time. Even if it's past midnight and he's been woken up. I'm a lucky duck.