Today is "Let's Hug Day" which sounds like a great day to me. My west coast brother who sent me this information is a very good hugger himself, and so is everyone in his family, which makes visiting them quite wonderful. I am a person who loves to be hugged. Happily I come from a very huggable and hugging family. My mother was a wonderful hugger, which came in very handy when I went through the inevitable breakups that come with high school romances. My father would give my brothers and me one-arm hugs when we kissed him goodnight. No lip kisses in our immediate family just foreheads or cheeks. I used to laugh when my father would look up at me from his chair when I kissed his forehead, causing it to wrinkle in deep horizontal grooves that tickled my lips. Interestingly, those deep wrinkles aren't nearly so funny when I see them in the mirror now. But back to hugs. Some people are just natural huggers (my wonder spouse is one) and you know that it's ok to hug them just about any time. Some, not so much. My first husband, who was an only child, was a fine hugger to me but I never saw him hug his mother. They would shake hands if they hadn't seen each other for a while but never hug. Happily, by the time my first husband and I had been married for several years, my mother-in-law would hug me, and she quickly learned to hug her grandchildren. Going through life never hugging anyone would be very sad I think. Lucky for me, I live where hugs abound.
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