So sweet

At our church's fellowship hour after service today, B saw one of his favorite, former Sunday School teachers. She's a wonderful grandmotherly type woman and B always has a hug for her when he sees her. In this last week, her father, who had been ill for quite some time, died. B came up to her, at first hugging her from behind. When she realized it was B, she said, "Turn around so I can really hug you." He whispered in her ear that he was sad to hear her father had died. She started to cry and squeeze him even harder. Afterward, she wiped her eyes and told me what a sweet, sweet boy I have. I agree.