When Rami woke up from his Shabbat morning nap,
he was in need of a good snuggle.
I was still napping, so David slid him in next to me for some hugs.
Rami is NEVER happier than when he's cuddling with his Ima.
Pretty soon, our quiet snuggle turned into a love-and-kiss fest,
with Rami cooing, "Ima!" every time I kissed his face.
Just like the good old days,
except now he says my name.
(Oh, how I adore this boy.)