You are my rough housing, don’t kiss me, can’t catch me, wriggle out of every snuggle, little boy. Generally, I have to manipulate you in to a snuggle. I catch you when you’re distracted by Lightning McQueen and sidle up next to you. I swoop in after a booboo and cherish the precious few moments of your vulnerability before you realize you’re far too manly to be in your mother’s arms.
So, when I woke up this morning to your smiling face it was nice. But, when you said, “I nuggle? I nuggle wit you, Mommy?” it was a dream come true.
And then we snuggled and you chatted to me about everything on my bedside table and it was wonderful.
Thanks, Buddy 🙂 You made my day!