A reenactment of 7:00am. (Aka, my husband is the sweetest and best to me without even realizing it).

Looks everywhere for my glasses because apparently Velma is my blind ass spirit animal and I need coffee… finds them on hubby’s bedside table and realizes that I passed out with them on last night and he took them off so they wouldn’t get jacked up… visibly awes and tears up because that shit is sweet without him even meaning to be and I apparently have emotions in the early waking hours… debates on whether to wake him up smothered in kisses but thinks better of it because he’s the best man on the planet to me, but even I ain’t trying to wake up one of my MIL’s kids.