Last night, Daddy was putting the kiddos to bed, per usual. Noah however, was a bit sad. We had a busy day and he was just weepy. Not an annoying whiney cry, just a sad melancholy weepy.

He came downstairs, climbed up into my lap and snuggled down underneath my chin and wrapped his arms around me, sniffling a bit. There was no stalling bedtime feeling; it was just pure “I need my mom”. He gave that extra little push so he could get extra close and nuzzled his nose in my neck and squeezed me tight.

Me: What’s the matter son?
Him: I’m sad and and I need you.
Me: I’m here.
Him: Daddy wouldn’t let me get momma lovin’.
Me: Why not?
Him: I don’t know.
Me: Was it because you supposed to be in bed already?
Him: Probably. But I needed it.
Me: I need it too.

So we sat there awhile & snuggled. My son and me.

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