Sometimes I feel like all I want to do in life is lay next to my beautiful boy and keep him safe. He’s a wiggler, a squiggler, always trying to finagle his way out of my arms. I remember being the same way with my mother, hating being touched but craving the adoration. With mine, it’s the little back peddles that do it for me, just melts me into a pile of mush. He peeks from the corners of his big, beautiful eyes as he ever so lightly touches his toes to the ground and begins to take a step backwards towards me. He leans into the embrace, at his own leisure. It’s his way of accepting my love, on his terms, and it’s perfectly perfect for me.

I love you so much, Goose🪿