Somebody had just dropped him and his son off at the local college where he works. Clearly, local schools are not yet in session, so he was bringing his young son to work with him. As they walked along, the little boy prattled on about the birds and the leaves and the sticks and any number of other seemingly inconsequential things. At one point, the father reached out almost absentmindedly, tousled his son’s hair, draped his arm briefly around his son’s shoulders, and drew him closer. The son turned and wrapped his dad’s leg in a tight hug that nearly tripped his father: “Daddy, I love you.”
The smallest of gestures often mean a lot.