I had grand ideas of coming up with some sort of poem for today’s prompt, but it’s getting close to the end of the day, it’s Friday, and I just don’t have it in me to think that hard. Why does poetry seem to hurt so much during the creative process? I’ve had very few poems that just flowed out. I usually have to scratch and claw for every line. So, that leaves just me, talking about hugs and life and whatever might come to mind.
Hugs are amazing, aren’t they? There are some days that I can’t wait to get home just so I can get a hug. There’s something so settling and peaceful about them.
It can also be the thing that sets off my emotions. If something happens and I’m upset, I can usually keep it together, you know? But if someone makes the mistake of hugging me, I lose it. Like that time when Adelle came into town. It’s become a sort of regular thing at this point, picking her up from the airport, so this must have been one of the first times she came back for a visit. We were all at the airport and when we saw her, she came running and for whatever reason, she grabbed me first. We hugged and cried and she just wouldn’t let go. It was pretty fabulous. There were a lot of unspoken words in that hug.
That’s another thing that hugs can do. They speak. Sometimes they say so much that actual words just aren’t needed.
I miss those days when my kiddos were small enough to fit on my lap. I know it’s not necessarily a hug, but just holding them in my arms is something that I miss every now and then. I let Andru get used to falling asleep on my lap when he was younger, so it was something he ended up doing pretty much every night. Sometimes I would just stare down at his sleeping face for what seemed like hours. I usually let him sleep in my arms like that for way too long because it got to the point that it was really difficult to get up off the couch holding him in my arms. I probably let that go on a little too long, but it was pretty magical.
It’s sad how things like that just sort of stop happening. There’s never really anything said; they just decide to not do it anymore. I hope hugs won’t ever be something they get too old for. I’m thinking I just wouldn’t let that happen, though. We all need hugs, no matter how old we get.
Love Is In Da Blog is hosted by Bee Halton. Today’s prompt was “hug”.