H is for Hugging

Tonight, while we were making dinner, I stopped to hug Matt.  You know, because I like him.  Elizabeth ran over and wanted to know what we were doing.  I told her, “I’m hugging Daddy.  Nope, go away, it’s MY turn to hug Daddy.”

Elizabeth tilted her head to the side, thought about it, and said “can we hug together?”  So we did.