Nearly every night during dinner,
at some point, Tucker will say
Mommy, I need to hug you.
He'll throw those little arms around my neck and squeeze tight,
and after a minute or two,
he can go back to eating his dinner.
Or sometimes he'll slide his chair right over next to mine,
so he can touch me while he eats.
He's 7 already,
and I don't know how much longer
he'll need hugs in the middle of dinner.
So for now, I'll soak them up,
treasure each one in my heart.
I'll gladly eat my dinner cold
in exchange for just one more dinnertime hug.