Write what you feel when you feel like it. You are treasured.It makes me feel sparkly that you like the image of my hugs. Hugging is something I do well. It reminds me of a little story.
When my daughter was twelve or so she'd would blow a kiss, then give me the evil eye. I'd look bewildered. She'd blow another kiss, and I'd smile. "You have to catch it, Mom!" shed say accusintly. Ooops.
From then on she'd blow kisses and I would catch them. Depending on her mood they'd be far flung, twisty twirling, gentle or any number of variations. She'd be insulted if I didn't catch them all sometimes taking them away! I'd blow kisses too. It became a very fun interaction.
One day while I was driving she was blew me kisses. I'm the type of driver who never sees people waving at me I'm so focused on getting from point A to point B. When she pouted that I wasn't catching her kisses, I explained I couldn't do that while driving. She then blew a plethora of kisses and shoved them into the overhead sunglasses compartment. How I loved that.
Each time I'd go to get my sunglasses I'd retrieve them quickly so the kisses wouldn't fall out. If she was miffed at me, she'd say there were none left. Yet now whenever I drive, I know there are softly blown kisses stored for a lifetime just above my head.
What is the most wonderful is rarely something tangible.
