He disagrees with me. "Mama, I will cuddle with you forever."
He doesn't believe that, one day, he won't want me to hold him, even though I carried him inside of me. He won't want me to read him a story, even though I use awesome accents. He won't want me to hold his hand, which has gone from holding one of my fingers to grasping my entire hand. He might even roll his eyes when I tell him he's a hard worker, creative thinker and a smart boy, and Daddy and I love him sooo much.
So, for now, shhhhh...
We'll cuddle-pray when Daddy's not home.
Because it won't always be like this.