It has begun

This past Saturday night we stayed up playing Playstation. About 2 am I feel asleep on the couch. I wake up and see sun light and I look at the clock.....then I look at him and ask him if it is really 6 am. He said, "Yep, and no, I have not moved one inch." (With daylight savings, that is 5 hours!) I get up walk into the bed room then walk back into the living room, look at him and say, "I am real disappointed in you. Not only did you not have the courtesy of waking me to see if I wanted to play, but you did not even try to get me back into bed. I turned around and crawled into bed. (Notice that I did not say (nor was I by any means) that I was mad or upset....just disappointed.) He crawls into bed a few minutes later and goes, "Baby, don't be mad at me". When I asked him why, he said one of the cutest things I have ever heard him say, "Because you LOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEEE me". Ah, the softer side of Ronnie. It was really funny but he needs to save stuff like this for much much later I wasn't even mad.

I am going to become one of those mushy people and I don't like it.