Some mornings, I sit on the floor with Bubba in my lap facing me and I feed her breakfast. Sure, I know she should be in her high chair, but there are going to be years and years where she can (and will be happy/want to) sit on her own and have her breakfast.

For now, I’m soaking up as much closeness as I can. And this is one of the ways.

While happy to have her breakfast sitting in my lap, Bubba has decided that every 3 or 4 mouthfuls it is a nice idea to lean in and give me a cuddle. Sometimes she uses the gentle approach, and sometimes she just launches herself at me, giggling. The latter can be a little tricky if the bowl of porridge is in the way.

But I don’t care. I don’t care if I have porridge in my hair. Or on the dogs. Or if I discover it stuck under my chin hours later when I’m at work (yes, this did happen to me earlier this week). I don’t care because my divine Bubba is giving me her love. With everything she has. That, my friends, is pure bliss.

My Love Bug hugs are a good seguay to my next post – tomorrow, I’ll graciously accept our HUG award (bestowed upon us by the gorgeous Misty Shores Chesapeakes crew – http://mistyshoreschesapeakes.wordpress.com/2012/02/10/one-last-award/) and pass it on to those who need a HUG!