The laughter, the smiles, the hugs were contagious, spreading like a virus, a good disease passing from one to another as each family member or friend arrived yesterday.
Where's my hug? Come here, I haven't seen you in so long.
Haven't seen me? We had lunch yesterday, we talked on the phone last night!
That was yesterday.
Outstretched arms reach and pull you in for yet another squeeze.
That's my family. Seldom a time can I recall not giving or receiving a hug as we see one another and always before leaving there is a hug or a handshake and the utter of those three little words . . . I love you. We don't think about it, it is something we do, it is something we have always done.
So why did I think about it or notice it more so, yesterday? My mind was racing as if a mule's condom bag had burst releasing a rush of its contents directly into my brain. I couldn't help it, I couldn't shut it down. The questions played over and over on my mind's movie screen.
If you knew? Would the hugs still be there? Would I ever hear those three little words . . . I love you? If you really knew?
If you knew? Would the hugs still be there? Would I ever hear those three little words . . .I love you? If you really knew?
Over and over . . . it played!
Today, I am exhausted.