Hugging is a funny thing, right? Why do we love hugs? I realized the other day that we can’t carry babies without hugging them. We don’t have pouches, they don’t hang on our backs. Maybe that’s where our fixation comes from. It’s been with us since babyhood.
Lately, when I hug the babies, they hug back. They put their arms around my neck and cuddle in. They make a high pitched coo, then lean forward to suck my cheek. I remember having a conversation with D about what it felt like, having kids. We decided it was the feeling of your heart getting bigger. You didn’t know it could get bigger.