For years, I took them for granted. For years, I was a brat, I took them for granted. It used to feel like there was an unlimited supply. I was wrong. Life is short, unpredictable, and all we truly know is the given moment, the rest is not guaranteed.
Hugs are simple, but they mean so much. Hugs are free. Hugs are important, if you disagree then I would guess you need one. Hugs show love, support, affection, and they say what our words cannot convey.
Scott gives the best hugs and he has taught our children well. His arms wrap all the way around me, and he squeezes with his might. His hugs are powerful, and even when I didn’t feel small, he made me feel tiny, in the good way that only a woman can understand. He can stand there forever, lost in the hug; I always break away first.
This past winter, when the illness took over and was in charge. I knew something was wrong because he could no longer hug. Then we knew why, and he became sicker and weaker. Hugs hurt this strong affectionate man. Months went by and I could not hug him. I could hold his hand, kiss his cheek, but there were no real hugs.
Now, he is stronger, healthier, and gives even better hugs than ever before. He wraps his arms around me and I feel safe, loved, secure, blessed, and happy. I close my eyes, live for that moment, because that is the only way to be. There is no future, just now, today, this moment, this hug.
Hugs are simple. They are one of the biggest, unspoken gifts that we take for granted. I will never take another hug for granted, the future is truly unknown.