A decade ago I wrote about my grandson Ammon, who had just turned two and had always been a cuddle-bug. He loved to be held. Unlike my older grandsons who would come for only a quick hug and kiss, then want to jump down and get on with life, Ammon would stay a long time in Grandma’s lap. One day I was holding him and reveling in his closeness. He pulled away a little, sat up straight and looked up at me with a look on his sweet baby face of pure unadulterated love and trust.
