Love . . .

My sweet five your old hugged me tight and squeezed my sides.  He sighed, "Squishy, sweet mamma."    He hugged and squeezed some more, "Soft, squishy, sweet mamma."

I giggled, knowing that the love of my five year old even covers the "soft and squishy".  Oh, the love.

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