Sweet Little Momma's Boy

Ugh. I am always a sucker for the suuggles a momma gets from her baby boy. I too used to get them, still do on occassion, and without fail, it stops me dead. in. my. tracks. Every time. It's easy to put a word to Kyla's relationship with her sweet guy. Intense. He's never far from her, and her eye is always wandering to find him - not to see what kind of mischief he might have found - it's deeper than that, they have a fabulous need for togetherness.

A few weeks ago Kyla and I were out to blither on (and on, and on...) about photography (but mostly though, I have to admit, we went out for the food). We got to talking about their relationship ... and she was telling me how special his hugs are ... he'll wrap his little arms around her neck, put his face up against hers, and run his fingers through the back of her hair ... how sweet it is. Incidentally, not long after that *I* got a hug exactly like that from Brock. Oh my goodness, talk about melt my heart. I've been lucky enough to get a few now, and let me tell you - each and every time - there is nothing in the world that would make me hurry through that. Boy babies. Love 'em.