It really just makes my shabbos so special.
It’s a time when there is no weekday buzz.
My mind seems to be calm, my senses take in the energy of family time.
But it’s the snuggle.
It’s Chaim Boruch’s snuggle.
His silence. His little hands in mine. His eyes.
His childish grin. His warmth. His heart beat.
I talk a bit, ask him questions, tell him the dreams in my heart.
He listens. He smiles. He knows the answers. He knows about dreams.
It’s my Shabbos Snuggle.
It’s what makes my dreams come true.