way up at the tippy-top of the long, long list of things i am grateful for in this life? that this boy’s love language is physical touch. that a little kiss can make him smile so big. that a simple hug can stop his tears. that he reaches out for our hands when we walk. that at almost age four, he stills asks to be carried and cradled in our loving arms like he so desperately needed as a babe, as if to say, “we can never be close enough.”
little joys 