The greatest hug in the world
Not all children are the same. And that's no surprise.
My son is very different from his sisters... or should I say oldest sister.
While Ella will run and give me some hugs - she has already started calling me "Dad" and is even no becoming more independent. Independent to the point where she no longer needs to hug her Daddy.
Pickles - is turning 2 soon and is also a wonderful cuddly baby - but with my children - at the age of 2 -5 is where we really start to hang out more.
While I still can, I count ever time my son hugs me with everything he's got every single day. And it is one of the greatest feelings in the world. I've done lots of fun and wonderful things - and i've experience love and warmth but there is little that compares to a daily hug from my boy.
He hugs me when I get home. He hugs me when he's sorry that he didn't listen. He hugs me before he goes to bed - and sometimes in the morning he hugs me when he first wakes up. He's one of the greatest gifts I've ever received. And I hope that gift keeps forever. I know soon enough he'll grow up to be a teenager and a man - but before that happens - and hopefully even after that happens I can hug him a thousand more times... and selfishly because it's a cornerstone of my day every day.
I love my life because of the people in it and not so much because of anything i've done. The unconditional love of my son - and don't get me wrong my daughters as well - is one of the things you feel you didn't deserve and in turn has become my biggest smile and one of my most cherished possessions.
