A few months ago I bought myself my very first reclining chair from ReStore for $50 and told myself that it was the best $50 I have ever spent.
I love recliners. They’re so comfy. For sitting, for dozing, for crafting, for writing, for reading, for sleeping. I love them. My parents have one in their house that I have coveted for ages and I’ve always wanted one, and now I have one. I rule!
However, there is a downside to having a recliner that I sit in pretty much constantly these days – the lack of spontaneous couch cuddling that use to happen every day when the couch was all I had to sit on.
Now, I have to ask Elise for cuddle time.
We practically schedule it.
“How about we snuggle on the couch before bed tonight?”
“Okay, I guess.”
Elise doesn’t seem to notice or care about the recent lack of snuggles.
But oh, I do.
Every time we snuggle up on the couch now I’m reminded how big she’s getting. That she doesn’t just easily fit into the curve of my side anymore. She often fidgets and then looks up at me to tell me with a bit of regret that this just isn’t comfortable.
This growing up that she’s doing is breaking my heart. Pretty soon there will come a time that I won’t even be able to bribe her to get her to snuggle with me while we watch TV. She’ll dole out hugs and kisses like precious gifts, not every day tokens of unconditional love.
I’m terrified of this change, this growing. I just want everything to slow down.