I'm not a cryer. Well, I wasn't until I had kids. I cry all the time now. I don't mean to. Sometimes I don't even know I'm doing it. Like yesterday. I was snuggled up on the couch with BIG. We were wrapped up in his red fuzzy (HH name it Elmo skin) blanket. I just looked at him and started to tear up. He is so beautiful and innocent and wonderful...then I looked across the room at HH holding LITTLE in the recliner and I couldn't hold back. I was overcome with joy. Pure joy that these three handsome, smart, silly and amazing men are in my life.

That and it happens to be snuggle season. I am dreading the day when they don't want to cuddle with me anymore. Until now- I will get in as much as I can! Luckily HH is obligated to cuddle with me forever!

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