Little hands everywhere, holding you, pulling you, begging for attention and affection. Outstretched arms, hoping for a lift into the air and a big hug. “Uncle” “Uncle” coming from every direction, vying for a little piece of love. Every time you lean down or sit, 10 little ones run to jump into your lap or try to climb onto you. Some affectionately rub your arms and legs, admiring the hair not seen on their bodies. There is genuine concern about the slightest scrape they may find on you. There is never too much affection to share.
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