Home Is Where The Heart Is

In his arms I'm home. I'm comfortable in a way I never have been before. I love when he holds me and I love holding him; it gives me such a peace and makes me happy even on my worst days.
I love to cuddle so a good portion of the time when we sleep we cuddle. If I happen to wake up because the way I'm laying is no longer comfortable I hate it and I'll lay there questioning "Do I move and risk not being cuddled or do I just stay as I am to continue to be cuddled?" I know I wont get back to sleep in the same position so eventually I move. I'll roll over and he'll roll over with me and cuddle me more. I'm not sure if he's awake when I've rolled over or if he's sleeping either way he rolls over with me almost every time. I swear I just melt when he does.
He's sweet, sweeter than I knew possible. On my worst days he's there reminding me that he cares and reassuring me that he's not going anywhere, exactly what I need. At this point I'm thinking he's kind of perfect.. even if he won't let me help decorate his bedroom and bathroom 😂