as long as he needs me

We go away and when we return, the boys seem like different people.  Bigger, smarter, more handsome, if that's even possible.

A few days apart cannot rub off the familiarity of a person though, and Tucker's welcome back hug was huge.  He squeezed us both long and hard and actually shed some tears.  Which made me feel a little guilty for being gone, but I know he had a ball with grandparents, who took the boys to Krispy Kreme and the Conservatory, built blanket forts and lego airplanes, devoted themselves entirely to amusement and appreciation.

Lately I've felt as though I need Tuck more than he needs me.  He has, mostly, moved past the hold my hand and tell me everything place.  He reads chapter books on his own, zips his coat, fixes snacks.  Occasionally I need to suggest he turn his shirt around, or help him get his laces tied, but really, he's stepping into independent territory in those very shoes.

No matter how big he grows or how old he gets, no matter where he goes or how much he may not be mine forever, I will always be his.  I will always, always be ready for a four limb wrap around with him.