A note to my husband

Dear Husband,

Last night when I came to bed, you were sleeping so peacefully, so innocently. I was cold and hurried into bed to snuggle up to you. I am sorry that my hands and feet were the approximate temperature of ice cubes. I am sorry that I couldn't resist the urge to press them against your warm body. I am also sorry that I started giggling uncontrollably when you jumped about two feet out of the bed when I did so. Ok, I'm actually not that sorry. It was pretty funny. And where you didn't wake up, I don't think you were that upset about it.

Love you tons!

~W