I realize if I just had a regular ol' run of the mill kind of 18-year-old at my house right now, he probably would not have me read to him at bedtime. He probably wouldn't fall asleep with his little face right next to mine while I was reading You Are Special by Max Lucado.
I'll take it:-)
"Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly.
"Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me." "
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Aaawh, Heather!!! I hope Ryan snuggles with me when he's 18!!! He's been sick since yesterday, and has asked me a few times to come snuggle with him. :) So precious!!!
What a beautiful post!
Now i feel guilty that Joey had me up and in his bed soothing him 4 x before i could get into my own bed. It's hard sometimes.
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