It’s never really just one more hug

 It’s never really just one more hug.

It’s one more chance to feel their little arms around you.
One more second to breathe them in before the day ends.
One more reminder that, no matter how big they get, you’re still their safe place.

Bedtime might be busy and rushed some nights.
But when they look at you with sleepy eyes and ask for “just one more hug,” the world slows down.

Because one day, they won’t ask anymore.
And you’ll wish you had said yes every single time.

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