Saturday, March 9, 2013
I was standing in the crowded hallway, herding children into the classroom,when he approached me. He isn't my student but I know him a little bit.
"Hi Mrs. S," he said.
Before I could even respond, he threw his arms around my waist and squeezed. I don't mean he hugged me. I mean he really squeezed! He didn't let go, just adjusted his grip from time to time and squeezed harder.
I told him thank you for the hug and that I hoped he would have a great afternoon. He looked up at me with his big blue eyes and melted my heart.
"You give the best hugs Mrs. S!"
I'm still not sure which one of us needed the hug more at that moment, but I guess it doesn't really matter.