My mom had her son after three girls, so he was an entirely new adventure. When I found out I was pregnant with a boy, she said "Oh boys give the BEST hugs!" She was right: when my son started hugging me, it was absolutely awesome.
When I had my daughter two years later, I understandably figured she would be a sucky hugger. I mean, Sebastian was, by then, an awesome run-and-hugger, so not only did she have the handicap of being a girl, but she was several years behind.
Turns out, I had no idea how awesome a baby hug could be. After three weeks, Audrey earned the nickname Cuddle Monkey. Pretty soon, the only thing that could describe the phenomenon of this baby who hugged us all the time was an even BETTER nickname: Snugglebiscuits. I don't think I'll top that one or that I can use it when I have, say a 13-year-old daughter, but it describes her perfectly right now.
I just got to start my day with five or six giggly Audrey hugs. Then I got happy whole body hugs from the little boy who taught her how to pat people on the back when she hugs (which she does all the time). It's been a pretty great day so far.
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