Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

My husband snores. Loudly. One night it was sounding like a screaming child with each breath. He got elbowed awake and asked to roll over. Ear plugs have saved our marriage. This weekend, on St. Patrick's day, a good friend lost her husband. He was 35 and died of hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. This means that his heart had been steadily growing larger until it just gave out. There was nothing that could have been done. Now the crazy, obnoxious-loud snoring means the world to me. I have been laying awake listening to this precious sound. Pray for her. Pray for her two children. Hug each other a little tighter. God is good.