Dec
13
Snuggle Bug
We sleep facing each other. He escapes the swaddle blanket and stretches out his arms, touching my face. I hold his hand. His palm is the softest thing I have ever felt. Softer than brand-new puppy feet.
His legs remember the womb. He bends his knees and pulls them up to his chest. I loop an arm around his compact bottom half and hold him tight. If he gets restless he brings his feet up to his face and tugs at his socks or jammie feet. When he is hungry he tugs at my shirt.
I love looking at our little family during the night. All snuggled up. The kitteh sleeps by our feet. Safe and sound.
