9 HUGS, 5 children, 3 adults (1 husband, 2 neighborhood friends)
I had the privilege of hugging two of my neighborhood friends today. One that I don’t see very often and who will be gone for quite some time (including a trip to Italy, lucky girl!) And another that I see every day. Here’s that story:
I hugged her earlier in the day because after missing out on hugging her yesterday, I wanted to make sure it was the first thing I did. Well, after she picked up her son who I watched most of the day, I went for a long walk with my boys. As I headed back up the street to my house, here she comes running out of her house mumbling something about wanting to apologize for some earlier behavior. She was certain that she offended me. Knowing I would be returning from my walk, she was stalking me, anticipating my return so that she could lunge into a hug attack. I always welcome hugs, so if that’s what it takes, offend me anytime. (She didn’t really offend me.)
My best hug of the day was most certainly for my husband. My husband returned from a 4 night vacation to Vegas with his friends. My hug for him was one of the I am so happy you are home, don’t ever leave me again, you better be getting up with the kids tomorrow kind of hug. I am pretty sure his hug for me was an I am so happy to be home, don’t ever let me drink that much again, if you can rouse me in the morning I will try to help with the kids kind of hug. Welcome home baby.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.