Conley five-year-old snuggles

Covid has made this decision even easier, but I'm so glad I'm not sending Conley to school this year. I simply cannot imagine sending him away from me all day five times a week. I can't. It makes me sick and so sad even thinking about it. I'm so grateful I get to homeschool. He's been holding onto me so much lately at night. He wants me to lay by him or rub his back. He wraps his arms all the way around my chest; they are long enough to reach each other on the other side now. And he continually pulls me closer or presses on my back; sometimes he'll move his hands a little and scratch my back for a second. It's so sweet and loving. He really loves me. He wouldn't do that to anyone else in the world. He's such a special boy. So kind to others, especially Eloise. He loves imagining things to make and build. He loves creating things and sharing all his ideas of how things could be made and what could be made. He loves reading (looking at pictures) and being read to. I tell him all the time: "I always wanted a boy like you." And I did. He's still too good to be true.