Love fest

I sat down for a nice cup of chamomile tea yesterday, and the love fest (you know, the one that always occurs when Mama takes a time out) began. Libby just adores Hudson, and she cannot keep her hands off of him. It's kind of funny watching her try. She just starts to wiggle and inch closer to him before she finally gives in to the urge and hugs or kisses or pats his back.

She loves to sit behind him and wrap her arms around him.
He assumes his new retreat position.

And he's off.
And, as some love stories do, it always ends with this. And Mama steps in.