For quite a while now, when putting the kids to bed or leaving them at yoga or the gym childcare or Sunday school, I get a request. "Hugganakass, Mommy!" The request usually comes from Vivienne, but sometimes it comes from Miles. They need just one more good squeeze and a kiss to be able to drift off to sleep or to be without me for a few hours at church or the gym. I know that soon enough they will probably be pretending I'm not their mother in public, so I'm just going to eat this up while I can.