Conley is 10. He is not super physical most of the day; he'll back away when I try to kiss him or hug him too much. But around 7 PM or so, it's the sweetest thing, it's like his body and mind melts and he wants to be snuggled and kissed. I try to always respond to his signs--he'll stand right behind me or lean on me a little. And he always wants me to snuggle with him after Daddy reads to him at night. Last night he wrapped his arms around my waist and tried pulling me into the family room. I followed, and he'd picked a children's book we'd gotten from the library that he wanted me to read to him. It was so sweet.
Also we have a rule that if he belches he owes me a kiss. He did it last night. Belched, and then came up to me and kissed my cheek. It was so amazing.
Eloise opened the garage door to the house as Joseph and I were reversing out of the garage this morning at 445 to take him to the airport, waved, and made a half-heart with one hand. It was so cute. She was carrying a blanket and shielding her eyes, all sleepy but not wanting to miss saying bye to him. She told me later that she set her alarm for 4:02 so she could say bye and "waited a long time."
