If you have never returned home to an ecstatic greeting by three adoring children and three equally ecstatic dogs and a happy, loving spouse… I highly recommend it. There is nothing quite like it.
Also, I have four cats who pretend I don’t exist but whom I choose to assume also adore me, or at least are not actively plotting to kill me. At least not currently.
A brief treatise on the thought processes behind morning snuggles.
The Adults: “How nice. Warm soft snuggles.”
The Teenage daughter: “How nice. Warm soft snuggles.”
The Nine Year Old Son: “How nice. Warm soft snuggles.”
The Five year old daughter: “Oh, look. Four people calmly snuggling. I will stand on them and do gymnastics.”
My Oldest, age 13: “Why do they call it Black Friday.”
Me: “Because it’s a dark, dark day in our calendar.”
Oldest: “I think you just made that up.”
Me: “Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
Very Vocal Viking 