13 HUGS, 3 children, 1 6 1/2-month old, 5 adults (1 husband, 2 neighborhood friends, 1 grade school friend, 1 new church friend)
Now that I am on this new found confidence kick I feel like I have become a little boring. There is some excitement (albeit not good excitement) in wondering whether you are liked or appreciated. It keeps you guessing when you are always wondering what people think about you. When you stop wondering, well, life becomes just good. No, I take it back, it becomes great. A little boring to write about, but great to live.
One of the things I used to worry about was whether I was hugging too much. Were any of my friends annoyed that I hug them when I see them and when I leave them? Do new friends think it is overwhelming and a little weird when I hug them more than once during a visit? I am thinking the answer to these questions was always no. This morning I saw a neighborhood friend and like usual, we hugged when she arrived. I didn’t anticipate another hug when she was leaving because I was holding my very sleepy 20 month old in my arms. Regardless, she leaned in for her goodbye hug. (Have I mentioned how much I LOVE being hugged rather than being the hugger?)
This afternoon really took the cake though. As I was waiting to purchase some pants at H&M I noticed that the man in front of me was someone from church. I recognized him because he sang a few weeks back and he totally gave me goosebumps. I am a firm believer in always giving compliments regardless of whether you know the person or not, so I told him how amazing I thought he was. We quickly struck up a conversation and all of a sudden I hear, “Can I give you a hug?” Oh. My. Goodness. Really? I gave him the biggest squeeze yet. We continued our conversation while waiting in line. After he made his purchase and was getting ready to leave he gave me another hug on his way out. GAH! This day ROCKS!
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.