Hope During the Lean Times

You hug less as you grow up.  Now you lean more, and we understand why.  You may not know how much even a little lean means to us.

I hope you forgive me for those embarrassing moments when I grab you and throw my arms around you.

I can't help it; I am stocking up.   Because someday, you will  move out, and we won't even get leans.

But later . . .much later, when you visit us, I think we will get hugs again.

So, I can make it through the lean times, because the days of plenty are coming.