8 HUGS, 4 children, 3 adults (1 husband, 1 neighborhood friend, 1 therapist)
We have been under a storm watch for most of the day and I must say, I love storms. Not driving through them, but safely tucked away at home. I love watching the clouds surge forward as they are lit from within by lightning. I love listening to the crack of sharp thunder and the roll of distant thunder. It is exhilarating, awe-inspiring, and shockingly brings me a strong sense of peace. Maybe it is the comfort that nature is behaving exactly as it should. Maybe it is the beautiful images it provides. Perhaps it is just the loving memories I have of being comforted through the storms by my parents. Whatever it is, I welcome the joy of feeling completely alive while in the midst of one.
Oh, I could go on and on about storms, but that’s not what this blog is about so….on to hugs! I believe I could document my year of hugs just based on my therapists hugs alone. As you may recall they began so awkwardly I wasn’t sure they would ever be comfortable. They eventually became easier and easier. Today it was her turn for change. Rather than give me a standard formal hug, she held on longer than I did. For so long in fact that I leaned back in for a 2nd joyful hug. It will be bittersweet when they inevitably become a beautiful memory of a teacher that held my hand while I learned how to manage the ebbs and flows of life.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.