Sentences with phrase «little as he hugs»

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Liberal Christians supposedly know all this stuff they ignore, but they tend to have their little cute image of Jesus as a lamb hugging, all forgiving incarnated god or a rebellious, lover of the poor, challenger of the system.

Tears pricked my eyes as I remembered the rocket fuel coffee, the delicious berbere, the van like a rickety roller coaster, the strong hugs of the women I met, the tears of this little sweetheart at the orphanage.

As much as you want to hug and kiss your baby all day long, there comes a time when you need to set your little one dowAs much as you want to hug and kiss your baby all day long, there comes a time when you need to set your little one dowas you want to hug and kiss your baby all day long, there comes a time when you need to set your little one down.

Make the experience as enjoyable for your baby as possible — hugging, caressing, and kissing your little one, and stopping to comfort whenever he or she gets upset or frustrated.

Add the Hoop Custom Glider and Ottoman to your nursery and enjoy the comfort as you hold your precious little one for feedings, comforting, hugs and lullabies.

The Leg Hug is a little unclear, as it can indicate a number of things.

Have a great Christmas as well and hugs to your little daughter!

Chrissy Stockton at Thought Catalog writes that, as a romantic partner, the Basic Bitch «knows how to find pleasure in the little things: a perfectly Instagrammed latte, the crisp feel of a freshly laundered yoga pant hugging her ass, an inspirational Marilyn Monroe quote displayed on her Twitter feed.»

This dress isn't for the wallflowers among you as it is figure hugging and leaves little to the imagination, but as a party dress, this is a real winner.

So every night before you go to bed, hug your partner and give them a little kiss, as it will make you appreciate each other so much more.

An early moment with Ruffalo and Tatum — playing Olympic champion wrestlers and brothers Dave and Mark Schultz, respectively — as they train in a dingy little college gym, is grim and wordless, bloody and violent, and capped by Dave cuffing his little brother and asking for a hug as he drops him off.

About Something to Remember Me By This story about love and legacies across generations begins as a little girl and her grandmother spend special times together filled with «big warm smiles, and warm snuggly hugs.»

As for the seats, they offer decent levels of back support but are a little flat and don't hug you in corners.

As you go, you'll meet all your favourite Disney characters whom you are able to interact with, the trailer shows a little girl hugging Snow White.

When not in use as a chair, the hollow bottoms create a sneaky little storage space; when stacked, it looks like something that we'd like to hug.

Even as she enjoys her Mother's Day blog session, Carolyn acknowledges a little worry over her younger daughter's note to her, which said: «My mom likes to hug me.

Despite the ache in his heart to hold me a little bit longer, with every hug and tip on keeping the oil changed or doing the laundry or keeping my grades up, he let go a little more, as I went off to college and moved out of my childhood home.

Blessings on you guys as you wait to one day hold and hug your little guy and bring him into your home.

I'm praying that everything will go quickly and smoothly for you so you will be hugging one of these little sweet beings as his / her mama very soon.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.

Little ones hug and high five the big kids as they walk through.