11 HUGS. 4 children, 7 adults, 2 people I have never met before.
I brought a scrap book down to my neighbors house documenting his return from Iraq. The neighborhood had been all decked out with signs, balloons and yellow ribbons welcoming him home. I wanted him to have a nice memento of this, so I knew these hugs would come easy. I was blessed with an incredible bonus upon arriving at his house. His father, whom I have never met, was in town visiting. After hugging the soldier and his wife, it came all too natural to hug him upon introduction. As I began walking away I heard, “Thank you for hugging me.” Oh. My. Goodness. if I could only describe how my heart swelled at hearing those words. It almost brought me to tears. I explained that I love to hug so much that I had begun blogging about my experiences and thanked him for such a wonderful experience to share today. I left their house in complete awe that I already have this kind of experience to share and its only my SECOND DAY!
My next stop was the library and the boost in confidence I had just received gave me enough courage to ask my librarian for a hug. Let’s just say the request wasn’t received with quite as much enthusiasm, but we hugged. Now, I am not privy to the conversation she had with the other librarians after this, but I thought I saw a little private conversation after she returned to the desk. Perhaps the impact I had on her was not for me to witness, but I hope it was heartfelt.
As I share my blog with other friends and family, I am beginning to hear their hugging experiences. These are the stories that I encourage everyone to share with me (and each other). Once I am more comfortable with this blogging thing, I will add the stories that others are sharing with me verbally.
Please accept my blog as my virtual hug to you.