There is no lack of it at my house. JJ insists on being as close to me as possible at all times.
Here is the proof: JJ holding me as close as possible as he falls asleep. (Our faces must be touching!!)
Occasionally he will snuggle up to MJ if she happens to be the warm body in the bed.
Tonight JJ snuggled up to my rear-end. Because even the time it takes mommy to look for socks is too long to be unattatched.
Maybe it is part of being autistic: not knowing where you end and someone else begins.
All this cuddling is A-ok with me. It's one great way to connect with my little boy who doesn't talk.
And, man, do we adore each other. I'll take all the love this angel boy can give me.
Catch me if you can-