Wheeling Gull Isle when life’s moving too fast, we can make this dream last

He looks down at his legs, then up into the sunshine towards his Papa. He was close. But he was also out in the belly of the beast where the bogies dwell.

“Um,” confusion crinkles his nose as his intellect (shaky at best) sets to work. He wants that hug, he wants it bad! How to get a hug without leaving safety? Judah settles on planting his bum down in the shade and stretches out wide his little arms. Daddy come to Juju for hug! Perfect solution!

“Hug!”