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Family Hugs

Watching a life develop into a person is a truly amazing experience.

My son loves to hug people that he knows (this may apply to people he doesn't know, but we keep a pretty close leash on him at this point, so it's hard to tell).  Patrick has been generous with his hugs since he was just a few months old.  At this point in his life, he even understands when we ask him for a hug.  It is very cute and makes everyone feel wonderful.

Since I've always been the kind of person that fully enjoys a good hug, I have certainly enjoyed this part of becoming a father.

As he's grown and developed, the hugs I've truly grown to enjoy are those where Jen and I are hugging and Patrick lets us know he wants involved.  With his arms stretched toward us and a beautiful grin on his face, the intent is unmistakable.  Once we pick him up, he gets an arm around each of us and pulls hard, bending in, and warming our hearts.  Even more recently, when one of us has been holding him, he has started to pull us together for a family hug.

What an amazing little man we have in our lives.
hug [huhg]  verb, hugged, hug·ging, noun
verb (used with object)
1. to clasp tightly in the arms, especially with affection; embrace.
2. to cling firmly or fondly to; cherish: to hug an opinion.
3. to keep close to, as in sailing, walking, or in moving along or alongside of: to hug the shore; to hug the road.
verb (used without object)
4. to cling together; lie close.
noun
5. a tight clasp with the arms; embrace.

Origin:
1560–70;  perhaps < Old Norse hugga  to soothe, console; akin to Old English hogian  to care for.
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