Imagine walking through the door every night and finding this. He sleeps this way. I simply can't resist nuzzling my face right into the white part of his belly. He accepts the vulnerability for just a few moments of bliss.
I don't know if anyone will follow this blog, but I need to get him out there. This is the boy we rescued; the boy who rescued us.
O's thoughts of the evening this photo was taken:
"Mommy, I'm glad you had a great time at the bar with your friends but it's 2am. Do we really need to do a photoshoot right now? I was dreaming about the squirrels I spy on in the backyard. I love you but you need to go to sleep...."