Storing for the future

I hug Ethan every morning and smother him with kisses, even if it's 5am in the morning when he's decided that his day has started. No matter how tired I am. I look at Emmanuel, my husband and Derek, my brother and remember that when Ethan grows up, he won't want his stuffy old mom to hug and kiss him, so I'm storing up. Now. Every morning and every night, I treasure these times when I get to hug him tight and he still wants me to.