Right Back'atcha
I sit here at the kitchen table, ignoring the clutter and typing away.
I suddenly I feel two icy cold arms wrap around my neck. Seattle's weather isn't pleasant on this summer's day.
"Oh, honey," I say. "Are you cold?"
""No, Mommy, I just want to give you a hug and I'm not going going to let go for a long time."
My hearts sighs.
I need this.
With life hurting my heart, my seven year old is an infusion of love and hope.
I need this.
With life hurting my heart, my seven year old is an infusion of love and hope.
"You make my heart melt when you do this." I whisper softly into his neck.
His head pops up and with a big grin, he says those all too familiar words, "Right back'atcha!"
Yep, he is my son.
3 comments:
What a sweetie!
these little things are the things you will treasure as they grow up and leave you. hold on to the memories.
That is just precious! Don't you love little moments like that? I treasure them - especially as my kids are getting older and those little moments are fewer and far between.
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