Between Ladies' Prayer and going to work, I stopped for a quick visit to my youngest daughter. I noticed a clean laundry collection and asked if she might like some help with folding. She smiled and we set to work. I had a chance to snuggle Number Nine. He looked over my shoulder at the curtains and blinked. I felt him relax and closed my eyes for just a second, soaked in the baby love, and remembered the days when my own children were so tiny. Except Ben. He wasn't ever so tiny. But he was just as snuggly.
PS. That's not me. (ha ha!) But it is a snuggle.