Snuggle Time

It was late afternoon when I decided to take a break on the couch in the front room. Joseph had been pretty much attached to my leg all day whining. With four teeth coming in and a terrible nights sleep, he had a rough day (and so did I). The older two were engaged in a game of pretend downstairs, using their imaginations to full capacity. I listened as their little play voices echoed up the stair way. I watched the sky out the big front window. It had rained on and off all day and the clouds were finally starting to part. Dinner was sizzling in the slowcooker and the rice was almost finished. Soon Daddy would be home and the missionaries would arrive for dinner. I had only enjoyed a few brief moments to myself before Joe made his way into the front room to find me. He climbed up and tucked his little body next to mine without a word. While I read some stuff on my iPad, he slowly closed his eyes to catch up on some much needed sleep. I snuggled him in close and kissed his head over and over, the smell of shampoo still lingering in his hair from his bath the night before. His forehead was hot to the touch and I hoped the Tylenol would work it's magic with his fever. I listened to his breaths, steady and sure with a few moans since he wasn't feeling well. And then I sat still and enjoyed every moment of that little snuggle time until the littles came up and Daddy arrived home from work.