Coffee and me don’t get along. It hates me, and I stay away from it. Drinking more than half  a cup makes my stomach mad. Instead, I’m a tea drinker who thinks making tea is too time consuming – until recently. I started drinking more as I think it may help me stay healthy. Due to some caffeine magic, my eyes stayed wide open at midnight the other night. I’m not complaining because my insomnia was turned into an unforgettable precious moment – I get to sleep in my husband’s arms.

Falling asleep in Ricky’s arms is a luxury. We can never hug each other to sleep.  I must first curl myself into a 90 degree sleeping position on one side, then flip to the other side, then flip back to the original side, before I can fall asleep. That’s right. Kinda like searing a steak. That night, however, Ricky mercifully petted me to sleep, and I successfully dosed off in his arms. Oh but before I started drooling, I remember hearing some thunderstorm right next to me. And then I passed out until I woke up with a morning breath kiss for him.

On another note, I finally took out the mini Christmas tree that we have, ever since we got married. I know it’s not the prettiest tree in the world. But oh well, I hope Jesus doesn’t mind…