5 HUGS, 2 children, 3 adults (1 husband, 1 Mother in law, 1 gentleman in the Army)
We are home. We made it. Our luggage didn’t but we did. I guess I would rather have it that way than the other way around.
This morning started off rough. I was super cranky for no real reason. I even said to my hubby that I didn’t think hugs would be a possibility today when I couldn’t stand being around people. (Wow, I was REALLY in a mood.)
At the airport hubby turned to me and said, “I think I found your hug.” He was pointing at someone in Army dress uniform. I told him it always made me a little nervous when he points out people for me to hug. I don’t know why, it’s just easier for me to spot someone to hug. It’s just more natural that way. I started to think about it. I started to think about the soldier. I remembered my last soldier and watched as no one approached this young man. I knew what I had to do. I marched over and sat next to him. I thanked him for serving our country. His smile brightened but there was a sadness and fear in his eyes that I knew I could never quite understand. I stood up and asked him for a hug. He said sure and began to stand with me to get the full effect of my hug. I didn’t just hug this boy, because that’s all he was…a boy, I wrapped my arms around him and poured all of my love and appreciation into the most heartfelt embrace I could muster. After a long few seconds I pulled away. When he looked at me again, that sadness was still there, but I like to think I saw a little less fear. He thanked me again and as I walked away he asked my name. His was Christopher. He said one more thing that I didn’t catch as I was walking away, but I don’t need to know what he said. When I turned around, the look on his face was all I needed to understand that my hug meant more to him than I will ever know.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.