I never even thought about this.

My twelve-year-old hugged me tonight.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me.

Normally, this wouldn't constitute anything newsworthy; she hugs me all the time and is plentiful with her affection. Tonight, though, she said "Mom, I can get my arms wrapped all the way around you and grab my wrists!"

I asked her "Was this not the case before?"

She answered, "No, mom. I could touch my fingers, but I couldn't grab my wrists. You're doing so good, Mom!"

That, my friends, is progress.