9 HUGS, 2 children, 7 adults (1 husband, 2 neighborhood friends, 1 church friend, 2 police officers, 1 veteran)
Today was the first Sunday of football. Hubby was to pick sandwiches up for us while I was at church so we could settle in to watch our Buffalo Bills. He had our 4 year old with him and I forgot to leave the car seat. This shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but I was distraught. I didn’t want to go pick up sandwiches with our 18 month old. It’s just not as easy. We tried to come up with other solutions including borrowing a car seat from a neighbor. Eventually I decided to go. Best Decision EVER.
I walked in to see a long line of customers. Ugh. Then, I noticed who was at the end of the line. 2 police officers. I had yet to get a hug from a cop. How fitting that I would have an opportunity on the 10th anniversary of 9/11? I asked them for hugs and let them know that I appreciate what they do. They thought it was great and let me know that they never get hugs. What a shame. They deserve them everyday. We struck up a great conversation including the realization that one of the cops was a Buffalo Bills fan too. (rare in this part of the country!)
As I was ordering my sandwiches, I heard a man talking to my 18 month old. When I was finished with my order I turned around to find out who was keeping my son entertained. He had on a garrison hat which let me know that he was a veteran. A veteran! Again on the anniversary of 9/11. I was absolutely meant to forget that car seat and show up exactly when I did at this Jersey Mike’s shop. I ended up sandwiched (get it?) between cops and a vet…on 9/11. I couldn’t contain my joy and these awesome hug opportunities. For the 2nd day in a row, I believe I danced my way out of a building. I found joy in the midst of sadness.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.