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Hugging Monster

Just when I thought I couldn't love my son any more, he does something so sweet I can hardly stand it. Out of the blue last week he started giving out hugs. He walked over to me, asked to be picked up, and then wrapped his little arms around my neck and squeezed as hard as he could. At first I thought he was just goofing around, but when he came in for a kiss I realized that he was actually hugging me. As precious as that was, it was even better watching Nathan melt the first time Benjamin did it to him. The best part? We didn't teach this to him and we didn't ask for them. He gives out these sweet tokens of affection all on his own. He hugs his grandparents, aunts, uncles, and even his cousins. That was demonstrated last Sunday at church. Even though he had seen them just hours earlier, when he spotted them after our class, he ran to them, arms outstretched (think romance movie here, all slow-motion like) and gave both Wyatt and Weston giant hugs. It was like he was saying, "I missed you guys so much! It's so good to see you!" Weston was a little leery, but Wyatt soaked up the love and kept asking him for more hugs. Which Benjamin happily gave. :)

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