Michael is, and I feel will forever be, a mamma's boy. He has to give me first and last kisses and hugs. I have to kiss his hand when I leave for work and sometimes will kiss his pillow to prevent daddy from getting the last kiss.
Friday night, he will be spending the night at one of his friends houses. He was upset when he found out that I was working Thursday instead of Friday because I'll "be home and won't be able to spend time" him. I told him he could call me if he wanted to say good night and he said "you're right".
The other night, I went to bed early because I had to be at work at 7:30 in the morning. I was doing some cross stitch to wind down and he asked if he could snuggle with me. He jumped in bed and was coloring some pictures and we had the following exchange:
"Michael, do you think you'll still want to snuggle with me when you're 12?"
"Probably."
"Do you think you'll want to snuggle with me when you're 17?"
"More than likely."
"When you're 37, can I come snuggle with you?"
"Of course, I don't care."
I wonder what his wife will have to say about that.
