An Apology for Snuggling

After I got Kate up from her morning nap today, I was nursing her while somewhat frantically trying to read and take notes on Sidney's An Apology for Poetry before my critical theory class this afternoon. This was right after I had finished writing a response paper for the same class, and I felt a little pressured to get everything done. Kate fell asleep while nursing, and I was somewhat relieved because this gave me the opportunity to finish my reading. After I was done, I was about to get Kate up so we could continue on with our day. I hadn't even brushed my teeth yet, much less gotten dressed, done my hair and makeup, or done the laundry. But as I looked down at Kate all cuddled up next to me, I decided to just lay down in bed with her and snuggle. I admired her long eyelashes, squishy nose, and chubby cheeks. And as I stroked her forehead and ran my fingers through her hair, I lamented the fast-approaching moment when she won't want to snuggle with me any longer. I eventually was able to get dressed and get on with my day, but even if I hadn't, it would have been so worth it.