Many of you know of the joys of teething. Sleepless nights, the biting of "you know where" and wailing and gnashing of new acquired teeth. There are dark nights at 3 a.m. when you're crying with your baby because you're so tired that you'll do anything to relieve their aching gums (I love you natural teething tablets).
I've been so sad that William doesn't want to snuggle with me anymore when I put him to bed. He's just so interested in everything and has gained so much independence. It breaks my heart every time he pushes his fists against my chest to release himself from my arms. But I have to thank teething just a little bit because there are a few nights when bringing my little baby to bed with me and snuggling him in our soft sheets is the only way to comfort him.
I was reading a few family stories from a book that my sister compiled several years ago and was reminded that my love of snuggling started at an early age (4 years old to be exact). My older sister, Debbie, told this story: "Today mother told Elizabeth that she must take a nap. She came to me and asked if I was going to take a nap too. I said, 'Yes! I love to take naps!' and asked her if she wanted to take a nap with me. She emphatically said, 'No!' As I prepared to take a nap, she changed her mind and with big eyes said, 'Let's get a blanket and snuggle!'"
There you have it folks. I'm a real sucker for physical closeness.