I sat on Caleb's bed and said his bedtime prayers. Afterwards, I glanced in his direction. He seemed a little awkward and unsure. His actions reminded me of the ending moments of a date where neither party quite knows how to end it. Finally, he slung his arms around my waist and gave me a quick squeeze.
I was flabbergasted. I have few, if any, memories of Caleb pulling me into a hug. I praised him for his affection and then grilled him on just what prompted his spontaneous embrace. After a lot of prompting, he explained that he hugs his stuffed iguana all the time. He wondered how a hug would feel with someone else.
He continued, "I wanted to know how it felt to be close."
"How did it feel," I asked, incredibly touched by the whole encounter.
He finished, "It felt good."
It certainly did.