Never let go

My son barreled toward me, and I grabbed him at the last minute and was about to tell him to be careful, when he laid his little blond head on my shoulder and hugged me with all his might. And he didn't just stay there for a second, but for nearly a minute. I whispered "I love you" in his ear and I heard "I lo ooo, mama" whispered right back. I only wish I could bottle up the feeling I had in that moment to relive it whenever I have a bad day, or when he manages to knock over a glass of orange juice, or when he's a teenager and it's no longer cool to hug mom.