Snuggles

All my boys are cuddlers.  They love to snuggle and hug.  If I sit down on the couch, I am immediately joined by at least one, if not two, but almost always three of my boys around or on me for some snuggles.  (And usually the dog is trying to figure out a way to get himself in there for some cuddles too.)  But Brennan, is the most (ahem) demanding of the cuddle time.  He almost seems to need it a little bit more and he makes sure, sometimes by negotiating with his brothers, that he gets a prime spot to snuggle up next to his momma.

We were discussing his love of a good snuggle before bed one night as he was wrapped up in my arms.  I told him that even as a baby he loved to snuggle.  I remember as a newborn how if he was laying next to me in bed, he would turn his whole face into my shoulder as if he needed to breathe in his mommy's scent.  It was if he wanted to bury himself into me.  It always made Chris laugh to wake up and see Brennan's little nose tucked into my arm, my side, my shoulder.  All before he could even manage to roll over or sit up.

I told him all of this, describing his sweetness, even as a baby.  After I finished, I smiled and said, "You are still like that aren't you B?"

He smiled back at me and said, "I always will be."

My B.