snuggles

I awoke to my three year old son climbing into the bed with me.  I am not sure what time it was but I know that it was still dark outside.  I felt the soft, cotton like texture of his hair against my face as he slid in next to me for snuggles.  This time however, he was determined to be the one dishing the snuggles out.  I let the inward wishing that all of this goodness could be happening at least an hour later go.  I relaxed in the moment understanding that a boy is a boy is a boy... and has energy to spare.  He rolled over facing me now.  I could not see his face but I knew that he was near.. I could feel his hot breath fanning my face with each new exhale.  My little guy, inwardly I smiled.  I remembered how it felt when he was just a baby.  Noah has always been a snuggler.  My thoughts interrupted once again with Noah's next move.  He leaned up onto my chest, leaned foward and planted a kiss right on my lips and said "I wuv you mom".  My heart gushed with pride and affection.  "I love you too son".  Then he gingerly leaned over once again and said "your beautiful".  AHHHHHhhhhhh... I love this life... I love my son.