I was 3 weeks shy of turning 18. In a few days he would be 3. I had recently met him and he was so cute and cuddly. I had taken the trip of my short life-time. First time in an airplane. First time in California. I was on a "high" and fell deeply in love with him. After a couple days he looked at me so directly and innocently and said, "I really love you, Aunt Audrey, but please don't hug me anymore".
Today, nearly 4 decades later, he and his wife are driving across the country on his cycle. Tonight they will be at my house. Can't wait to hug him. And I don't think he will mind at all.