What a weekend! Not only was it Mother’s Day, but I had some great hugging experiences I couldn’t wait to tell you about.
On Saturday I received a call from Smith’s Nursery (where I get my fresh vegetables every week) because they were concerned over the fact that I hadn’t shown up to pick up my box on Wednesday. I completely forgot. Completely. I couldn’t believe it, how could I forget my veggies? Well, if you remember, that was the day of my ultrasound to find out if anything was wrong with my belly. (Turns out there isn’t! Woooo Hoooo) Needless to say I was a little preoccupied. Funny thing was that on Friday I thought about my veggies and wondered if I had picked them up and decided that I HAD! Ugh. Guess I was not exactly clear headed all week. Anyway, there were a few things that were so amazing about them calling me. The first was my husband’s amazement and joy at the way my hug journey has affected people. He took a moment to grab me by the shoulders, stared in to my eyes and made me think about the fact that on a busy Saturday they took the time out to call me because they were concerned about me. Wow. It is pretty amazing the connections that can be made when we take the time to create them in the first place.
So, I show up to pick up my veggies and there was someone working that I had never seen before. She seemed overwhelmed by how busy they were and struggled with finding some of the items that were missing from my box. After she was able to assemble it all I turned to her and asked for a hug. She looked up at me with the most joyful look and I was sure she was going to say something about me being the hug lady. I figured she heard about me through the grapevine. (get it, grapevine at the farm…sigh. ok, maybe it wasn’t that good) After the hug she turned and looked up at me again and it dawned on me that she didn’t know about me. She had a puzzled look on her face so I smiled back at her and her face radiated sheer joy. I think this was one of those times I was meant to forget my box because I was meant to hug her. I am so glad I did.
Yesterday we went to Kanki for lunch. It’s a Japanese steak house where they cook the food in front of you while you sit with a table of about 8 other people. There was a mother and daughter sitting to the left of me. They took turns invading on my family’s conversations and keeping me preoccupied with stories of family that lived in another state. As much as I would have preferred to enjoy just my family’s company, it was clear that they were looking for more. I happily obliged and learned that we had some things in common. (I may even run in to them at church one day!) I gave them both warm hugs when the dinner was over. I love my family, but they are here with me every day all day. Yesterday for a span of 2 hours my time was needed elsewhere and I am so grateful I had the opportunity to listen to their stories.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.