Thursday, February 4, 2016
I won't deny it, I love hugs. Who doesn't, right?
In fact, I'll take them anyway I can get them. Taking them is often the case when it comes to the kids, as I have been known to grab a passing Lukas or Annabelle from behind and pull them to me for a big ol' daddy bear hug.
Lukas has taken recently to dangle his legs when this happens, and exaggerate being squished. Like I am squeezing the insides out of him or something. When that happens I usually just pick him up a bit and swing him side to side gently before giving up and letting him go on to wherever he was headed. I can't believe that would be somewhere more important than in the arms of his loving father, but he may not (and does not) always agree.
So, it was with utter delight a couple nights ago at dinner that he got up mid meal (note: this is usually a no no.) and came over to my chair and gave me a big hug of his own while sitting on my lap. This was after a long day of work for me, so I found it especially nice and I correspondingly have him one of those big squeezes.
But this time, instead of groaning, he let out a happy sound. "That feels real good Dad" he let me know. So I squeezed eve tighter, but not enough to hurt him of course.
That's when he whispered in my ear "I love you Dad".
And even though it was Monday, and I had a lot to experience in the next few days, my week was made right then and there.
Yes sir. I can never get enough hugs. Especially the kid kind. The ones where you squeeze real tight and never want to let go.
Posted by James (SeattleDad) at 12:44 PM