Poor sweet, brilliant, hilarious Ian.
He got woken up in the most unfortunate ways the other night.
Someone might have kneed him in the ribs.
In the middle of the night.
I was having a nightmare, and was fending off my attackers.
Ian moaned and rolled over and went back to sleep.
As did I.
Though I apologized and explained for the broken ribs in the morning.
And all Ian had to say?
"I'm so proud of you honey! You GOT those bad guys!"
*note: no husband's ribs were actually broken, despite my apparent best attempts.