The 10 year old Buster snuggled in my lap this morning, as he often does. His long, lanky limbs are pretzeled around mine and splayed out on the couch. His limber arms are collapsed like an accordion into his lap because he wants to feel enveloped by my arms.
I hope he wants to always have a random snuggle with me, but just in case plans change, I’ll be grateful for these brief moments in time where the warmth of our bodies mingles with love and comfort.
I’m grateful for every second of this life…so incredibly grateful.