hugs

Official dad business today: Finn had to get a shot, and he didn't much care for it. It hurt, and he immediately buried himself into his father's arms where, after a minute or two of tears, some back rubbing, and kisses on the head, he emerged with a sniff, comforted and ready for dinner.

I was raised in a family that takes hugs very seriously. When you're hugged by a Schudlich, you're hugged for real. Finn has taken to this tradition like a fish to water, never afraid to "throw one on you." He even prides himself on what he calls "sneak attack hugs." Few things compare to one of these, when you least expect it, and maybe need it the most. Finn has an uncanny knack for knowing this.

I can't make shots hurt less, but I can hug like there's no tomorrow, and that kind of medicine is good for both Finn and I. No prescription needed.