Judah: Mom, last night I had a dream that I was taller than you…. like I was in high school. And when I hugged you, it felt like I was hugging somebody short… like Avery.
Maybe I’m missing the point, but I just love that my little boy hugged me in his dream. He’s 11 and still hasn’t outgrown that. He and his daddy have this almost magical connection that he’s not so likely to outgrow. I dread the day when he’s too old to hug his mom or tell me that he loves me.