I'm dying...

According to Connor, that is. Connor was cursed with the worry gene which I inherited from my mom, and which Connor inherited from me. Lately he has been hugging me all the time as if he's saying his last goodbye. Me running in the dark at night hasn't helped matters. Every time I go to leave he is hugging me and holding onto me telling me how much he loves me. I can totally relate to him because I was the exact same way as a child. I have to admit, it makes me feel loved by this dear sweet boy. Connor has a hard shell on the outside but is pure melted butter on the inside. I'm thankful for his loving heart.