Ethan came home from school with irritated, watery eyes today. Allergies? A cold? Errant eyelashes? The jury is still out on the cause, but after flushing his eyes with water and giving him dinner, he’s feeling much better. I just walked over to him and told him I realized that in my rush to make his eyes feel better, I forgot to give him a hug. I knelt down in front of his chair and wrapped my arms around him for a nice, long, gentle hug.
“Ahhhh…. this is the life,” he said.
Now it is my turn for watery eyes.
