Snuggle Up

As you know, I’m a bit of a cuddler.

I snuggle up with Isabella (she’s 5). I spoon her (everyone is appropriately attired, FYI), I scratch her back, rub her hand, sing a lullaby. I roll over, and she drapes her arm across me. And, she gently snores. Poetry.

A couple hours later, I’m in bed with my beautiful wife. Absolutely no one is appropriately attired. (TMI? Yeah, I do that sometimes.) I scratch her back, rub her hand, sing a lullaby. I roll over, and she drapes her arm across me. And, she gently snores. Same Poem, Different Poet.

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