I told some friends today that I was the creme filling in a very affectionate Tredway sandwich. I told this to them to explain why Livia came back for one more kiss on her way to swim lessons—it’s just how she rolls. And it’s how her daddy rolls, too. These people I live with? They love the physical lovin’, which is how I came to find myself smooshed between their hot bodies on our master bed today. I believe there were eight-year-old legs flung over my hips and an eight-year-old arm around my neck while I spooned with my hubby on the other side. Not only do I need less physical closeness than these two do, I’m also a tad claustrophobic. The creme filling eventually oozed away from the two cookies in order to save herself.
If getting squished by two lovable characters—and one with that precious face above—is my lot in life, well then… I have a good lot indeed.
5 Comments
happygirl Jul 19, 2012 4:51 AM
This is such a sweet write. Pretty 8 year old and so much love. thanks for the smile this morning.
tara Jul 19, 2012 6:21 AM
aw, love this! i woke with some six year old legs and elbows flung over me this morning myself :)
Jan Wismer Jul 19, 2012 8:48 AM
I’m in your camp, Becca! My husband and I have this running joke:
Jan:
Darling, when you’re tempted to kiss me, please talk to me instead.
Lauren:
Sweetheart, when you’re tempted to talk to me, please kiss me instead!
Rebecca Jul 19, 2012 9:29 AM
Jan, your lines are hilarious—and so true for us, too.
Alli Jul 20, 2012 6:22 AM
Oi! How do they get to be so old so fast? Fuller is all arms and legs these days. I tried to cuddle with him and there were miles of legs in my lap and kilometers of arms around my neck.