
Maybe he's not so different from us humans. As the years pass, don't we also crave more, close contact with the people we love and care about? Aren't we more generous with our hugs and kisses? the mailman doesn't count It's the gift that aging delivers: appreciation for the right things/people. Our priorities shift a little more from the self centred column to the I know what's really important column. And that's a good thing ...
Fritz's head is weighing heavy on my shoulder, and his rhythmic breathing is lulling me to sleep. Time to turn in. Did you feel that? It was a big hug goodnight!
PS - You gotta love my drugstore cheater reading glasses ... Kidlet caught me in my most attractive post work, not-expecting human interaction get up.
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