Kimmie likes to give hugs. And there are some predictable patterns -- she like to hug men, and she likes uniforms (except nurses and doctors). Military, police, fire fighters, bus drivers -- she seems to be able to pick out a uniform.
Last week we were at church Wednesday night for the usual activities. Kimmie and I went to find her sister after things were finished, since the youth seem to be slow to let out.
One of the young men in the group has started ROTC. You can see what's coming.
He is a freshman, tall and slender. Very proud in his fatigues. He was talking in the crowded hallway with the rest of the youth; Kimmie's hug radar went PING and she just made a beeline.
Suddenly he had a little girl wrapped around his waist. Ambushed. He couldn't decide if he should be embarrassed or pleased. After a few seconds he gave in, as everyone does eventually. Kimmie's hugs are an irresistible force.
Dad.
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