“Where’s Lorelai?” I asked, waiting for my daughter to reveal herself.
She pulled her hands away from her eyes, already excited. “There she is!” I said, for maybe the twentieth time.
With her arms still open wide, she walked closer to me. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t the hug I got. She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed. A real hug! In her fifteen months, this was the first real hug I’ve gotten and it came without prompting. Not a lean or a cuddle because she was sad. A hug!