Exhausted from happiness, I stood in front of a room full of friends last night while boys in blue shirts encouraged Joey to “Draw blood!” as he pinned me with the mom’s honor of his arrow of light scouting achievement.
His rockin’ awesome scout leader – who often slips randomly into the best scottish brogue accent – instructed him to then give the “mom salute.”
It’s a hug. It’s just a hug. This is what my son did: