He throws his arms around me with such force that I almost stumble.
The boy who doesn’t like to be kissed doles out his hugs sparingly, but fiercely.
He holds on tight for a long time then lets go.
Grinning he says “You’ll get another one tonight, at bed time… maybe.”
And then he is gone, back to whatever it is that is important to a five year old boy.
I wait till bed time and he makes good with his promise. I suspect the number of hugs may be directly related to how long he thinks he can delay going to bed, but I pretend not to notice.
His hugs are just about the best things in the whole world… just about.
As he holds me I wonder what he will be like when he grows up.
Will he love as sparingly and fiercely as he does now?
I kinda hope so.