After putting the children to bed, my husband and I relaxed in the living room. Sighing as I sank into my arm chair I glanced over at him. He was absorbed in his computer. I smiled fondly.
Cora profoundly affected everything we do. To provide her a place to sit, my husband was jammed against one arm of his chair, leaving six inches of open space on one side. This space existed for the sole purpose of allowing her to sit with him. I opened my mouth to tease him about still sitting to one side.
Then I glanced down at my chair, and the six inches of fabric between my hip and the armrest. Will I ever sit without providing cuddle room?