I slaved away on a special project for work until 1:30 last night, then crawled into bed. For my act of love, I was going to snuggle you (and by “snuggle,” I mean “snuggle”), but the baby was in our bed. When that happens, the baby has to sleep between us so she doesn’t fall off, which eliminates the possibility of snuggling. You said that we could snuggle with our feet instead. So, we did.
Day 156: Snuggling