Every night after we read books, L.A. hands me his cup of milk and I ask him “Do you want to snuggle with Mommy?” and turns around and curls up next to me with his head on my chest and one arm slung over his baby brother or sister. This ritual has become increasingly more sentimental to me, and I just savor those moments where he’s still in my arms. Especially since he’s so rarely still at all these days.
As an aside, I do realize that my 52 week pictures have been full of snuggling and nostalgia, and the way I’ve been editing them kind of reflect that. It’s the vibe I have at the moment, but the weather is warming up, and once we get outside I promise some variation.
by Crista
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