Our “little middle” son (four years old) is so sweet that he makes sugar seem tart. He’s very into hugs, kisses, and terms of endearment of all kinds. In fact, he can’t live without a hug and kiss each time I leave him at preschool and each night before he goes to bed. Throughout the day he comes over to offer an unsolicited hug and kiss and receive one in return, and he often drops an unsolicited “I love you, mama.” I’m stocking up on all this affection, because, realistically, I know it won’t last. He’ll grow out of this phase way too fast. Some day he’ll be that distant pre-adolescent that I’ll have to wrangle for a word let alone a hug… sniff, sniff, boo hoo. In the mean time, I’m going to milk this for all it’s worth and revel in his pure love, rivaled only by my complete and utter love for him.