It’s not often that I get to share a moment with either of my sons.
They’re 16 and 18 now and a little “too grown up” for that sort of stuff.
They’re more likely to tease me or jump out and scare me, than they are to share a real moment with me.
But seeing as how I was gone for over a week at Burning Man, I think my youngest son missed me a little bit, because I found him to be awfully snuggly when I returned.
Here is my 6’3″ son leaning his head on me at the dinner table.
It doesn’t matter how old they are, they’re always our baby!
Love you sugar pie!