Snuggle

Today, I was walking through the living room, in frustration, with an armful of vacation laundry, and a brain full of tasks I had yet to complete.  You know...  like ya do...  and I pause to watch the children.  It started as a parental impulse to monitor their entertainment and the appropriateness thereof-  you know-  to make sure they hadn't resumed my last Sopranos episode.  As usual, they had chosen something appropriate and were finding innocent joy in the simple humor when I noticed Kawika staring at me.  

K:  Mommy, do you want to snuggle with me?

My heart melted as quickly as my eyes filled.  This little, soft, adorable, amazing semi-human being is seriously asking if I was willing to lay down and snuggle with him.  I had to set him straight:

Me:  Kawika, and anyone else in this room (the girls) as long as I breathe and even after that, I will always want to cuddle with you.  I may not always be able to stop and do this because of things you'll only understand when you get older, but always know that no matter what I'm doing on this earth, I will always rather be snuggling with you.  When you are a million years old, and I am a million times two and you have kids of your own, I would rather be snuggling with you.  Do you know that?!

(All 3 in unision and eyes rolling):  Yes, mommy.

I'm probably a cheesy sap, but at least they know where I stand.