He sits on my lap and impatiently waits for 'lolo'. Enthusiastically he snuggles in close, sucking with all the might he can muster. Within minutes his eyes are shut and his breathing has slowed. I settle back, closing my eyes as I drift off too. When I wake, he has unlatched himself and is breathing gently against my skin. I panic, thinking it must be late (fifteen minutes has past, I have at least another twenty before I must rouse him).
And so we begin the end of another day. Another somewhat snotty but sunny and joy-filled day.
I like winter and its snuggles.