Young Love

In January I picked up the kids from school and upon entering the car, Olivia announced that she was married.  Wow!  That was a quick engagement!

She showed me her ring and told me the lucky boy (J*) has a matching band.
Sweetness of sweets.

February 11th, we were arriving home from gymnastics (and a spontaneous trip to WalMart) and were greeted on the porch by a lovely little Valentine's bag stuffed with goodies. 
No tag.  No from whom.  Nothing.
I figured it was not meant for the boys or myself.
Must be for Miss O.
A message on the answering machine from J*'s mom confirmed so much.

This boy is smitten with my girl.
And why not?
She is quite the lovely little lady (though most days I may disagree with that statement).
He calls her.
He sings her songs over the phone.
Gives her rings and Valentines.

He also gave her a box of Hershey's Hugs and Kisses.

I haven't seen Hugs since high school.

They taste so amazing and remind me of a pure, honest time in my life.

Forever holding a most special place in my heart and making my soul happy.

(I wrote her name on the box to insure no one but she ate the goodies inside.)

If this boy is giving my daughter Hershey's Hugs, you can be certain he too is special.

Of course, they are only eight years old.

They still have time.

But you can't go wrong with a lot of Hugs.