“a portrait of my child, once a week, every week″
Every night when Brian walks through the door after work Frankie runs over to him so he can be scooped up. Then he nuzzles his head into the crook of Brian’s neck and they proceed to hug. It’s the sweetest thing in the world. Although, I also get a bit jealous. Frank never hugs me like that- believe me I’ve tried to make him! I guess it’s their thing”.