Originally Posted by StuartD

My boy, at just 1 year and 18 days, refuses to let me go to work. This morning, any time I'd try to leave, he'd crawl as fast as he can across the living room, down the hall and right to my feet... wanting up.

Each time I'd pick him up, he'd put his arms on my shoulders, and lean his head against me... so very happy just to be in my arms.

It made it rough getting out the door, infact, I ended up being late this morning... but nothing in this world could make me refuse him when he wants me.

There's no feeling like it in the world.