There is a boy I know.... a man really...

And every time I see this boy for the last 22 some years, he has either tickled me in the side or pulled my hair.

I can remember back in the early days, I would literally brace myself for his silliness. He always took delight in catching me off guard. You couldn't miss the devilish grin on his face when he succeeded in startling me.

This past Saturday at a party that he was hosting, as I was saying goodbye to him, he pulled my hair. And of course, I thought and said "It's not a party until you've pulled my hair."

I can't recall him using the words very often face to face with me, but every time he pulls my hair, I hear "I love you" loud and clear.