My granddaughter, when she hasn't seen me for more than a week, gives me a big hug and then looks directly into my eyes with her little hands on each side of my face. Then she smiles at me and puts her forehead on mine. We usually kiss each other on the cheek and hug a little longer. She's three.
When I have not seen my granddaughter for more than a week, I find myself looking forward to her hug. I look forward to her always, but she is the only one who touches my face. I find myself missing her touch. I find myself missing the way she looks right into my eyes. The way she looks at me and says 'I missed you Mama". A touch and eye contact; powerful stuff.
It amazes me that sometimes if I don't see her for three or four weeks, I ache for her to touch my face. I miss her intense hug. I am blessed abundantly to have her. I am more myself with her around me. I am greatful for everyone that I love. My family of origin as well as my family of choice are all important to me. As it is for most everyone. It is another of the things that make us more alike than different.
Big Hug.
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