4 – His Chest.
What better place to rest my head. I think God made my husband’s chest the exact shape and size for me to snuggle under his arm and to bury my head in the crease of his neck. Sometimes my head finds his heartbeat and plops there as well. My hubby doesn’t know it, but when I am resting on his chest, I sync our breathing. Lately I’ve noticed my daughter snuggling up to her dad just as I do. He’s even remarked, “You and your daughter are just the same.” It can be a little intrusive, I know, but when we need his chest, we take it. Move his arm, reposition the pillows and snuggle in. More recently, it’s been two at a time –mommy and daughter chest time. Then he kisses each one of his ladies on the head, assuring us that our resting place is available whenever we need it.