Every day J asks for a hug. It doesn't have to be at the end of the day and it could be more than once a day. She has a wonderful personality that craves attention. I don't know much about her home life, but I do know that she makes each day I get a hug brighter. I can't help but smile when she meets me in the hallway. Most days she asks to come home with me. I wish I could take her home. I want her to know that she loved and valued. But all I can do is hug her back and hope that she knows I am proud of her and want her to succeed.
What's the value of a hug? Priceless!