SO, this little boy is my cuddlier. in fact, he demands it. sometimes he'll just wander around the house moaning and whining "cuddle, cuddle." on these days, i quietly pick him up, walk up the stairs and sit in the rocking chair in his room. sometimes we listen to {
HER}, and sometimes we sit in silence. either way, his head never leaves my chest. he doesn't move a muscle. he really needs that cuddle time to make it through the day and i can't imagine anything better or more important than an afternoon spent with a little boys head on my shoulder giving me some sweet little boy love....