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SNOW _, It is winter in the midwest, and we are all hunkered down for the snow. Thanksgiving and Christmas have passed and because we have lived here our whole lives all we can do is be prepared and wait. You are working so hard now, and rarely are you home. When you are, I get the pleasure of watching you sleep. You sleep so hard and for so long. Dogs bark, Tv channels change and still you do not stir. I am always restless, I am a tried and true insomniac, but that gives me time to study your face, to watch your pale skin pink at the cheeks, listen to your even breath rise and fall, rise and fall. We've been married six months and still you make me nervous, still I can't sleep, eat or keep my thoughts from coming back to you. We want to stay married a long time, like your grandparents, who have just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. Nothing my dear can keep me from you. And here you are next to me, head resting on the arm of the couch, body curled like the glassy caves of sea shells. A million things run through my mind, that I want to wake you and kiss your lips deeply and softly. That I want to protect you and give you everything. That I am grateful and astonished everyday for the ways you have changed me, for the risks you have taken with me, for the opportunity to everyday start over with you, and keep building this life we have started together. Sleep now my love, my everything, but when you wake, read this and know how I love you, how I love you, how I love everything about you and in winter, how sweetly you sleep. _
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