My Island

I just wanted to post about my "island" for the day (you know, when you're having a really bad day and suddenly there's this thing that happens that allows you to suspend above all the ugliness and be happy for a time?).

For those of you who don't know, my son is NOT a snuggler. He has way more important things to do, like figuring how to get screws loose, throwing his food on the floor, pulling DVDs off the shelves, putting anything and everything into his mouth, etc. Don't get me wrong! He's super affectionate, he's just a busy little man!

Anyway, when I got home from work this morning, I went upstairs to put him down for a nap. I was sitting on the floor and he came over and sat in my lap (amazing feeling #1) and patted his head - he was telling me that he wanted me to rub his scalp like I do to calm him down sometimes (amazing feeling #2)! After a few minutes (not seconds) of that, he got up and lied (laid?) down on the floor on the other side of the room. I scooted over and lied (laid?) down next to him. Little man just snuggled right into me and let me spoon him (amazing feeling #3)! He hasn't been content to be in anyone's arms since he was a newborn!

This was my island. It allowed me to rise above all the yuckiness of the day and float on this perfect cloud of happiness for a time.