Yesterday afternoon I had just arrived home. Ryan and I were sitting, having a semi-stressful conversation on the edge of the bathtub, still in our work clothes. Both of us were preoccupied and distracted. Etienne walked in and leaned against the wall and watched us. For a moment, he was quite and still.
I told him, "Buddy, you are so handsome."
He walked slowly up to his mama and daddy, leaned into us and wrapped his arms around our necks. Then he stayed there, quiet and calm. Geniune. Real. My eyes teared up. My husband's too.
A real hug and a moment that wasn't forced. We didn't initiate it. He didn't crash into us and he didn't do it because he was trying to manipulate us or get out of something. As I type, I am crying for thankfulness. Hugs are not taken for granted here.