When I was pregnant, I remember hoping that my baby would be a cuddly, snuggly baby. I certainly got what I wished for! She's always been content to snuggle into my arms. At first, of course, it was because that's how she got the boob, which she believed to be a panacea. Even after she gave up nursing, Rebecca has believed that a good cuddle and kisses can make the world right. (And really, isn't it the truth?) Lately, however, I think Rebecca has become even more affectionate and now asks for snuggle time. In fact, on Monday morning, after she woke up, she lay back on our bed and said with a sleepy smile, "Mama, I want to snuggle." And so snuggle we did. Tuesday night, we were having some snuggle time and she was just about asleep. She leaned over and patted my face and then gave me an eskimo kiss and said, "I love you, Mommy." Then she snuggled up next to me as close as one possibly can (her head was nestled between my jaw and shoulder, reached up and rubbed my earlobe, heaved a contented sigh, and fell asleep.
Could there possibly be anything any sweeter or more precious than those moments?
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