Trevy finds such comfort there. Snuggled up in my lap.
It's kind of our thing.
Whenever he's feeling insecure. I know by the plopping in my lap. Sometimes he'll even take my arms and wrap them tightly around his tummy. Like a seat belt made of mommy.
Whenever he's about to start clustering. I mostly know. By his body language. And I'll position myself so that he can melt himself into his safe zone. My lap.
Whenever he's tired. He searches out my lap.
Even when he's happy. But needs some snuggles. Into my lap he'll plop. Which explains the coffee stains on the couch.
But he mostly likes lap snuggles when he's clustering...or insecure.
The thing he doesn't know. Is it's not just comforting to him...
And today...I've needed our lap snuggles. Just the two of us. Where we don't need words. Cause snuggles say it all....