My big kid is still my little guy

Yesterday I found out that Thomas's best friend's family had to put their dog down.  When Thomas got out of the shower, I told him I was sorry I had some sad news to share with him.  His eyes filled with tears, and his chin began to quiver.  I asked him if he needed a hug, and he said he did.  At that point, my eyes began to fill with tears as well.  I hugged him and soaked up the moment.  How incredibly lucky am I that my sixteen-year-old son still wants a hug from his mom to help him feel better?  Oh my goodness, my heart was so full.