Sharing Our Stories #52Stories 18/52: Blessed by Arms Flung Wide!

It's been a long month. March seemed shorter (maybe because I didn't spend the entire month at home), but April's been way too long. There's much to miss in our current situation, but I think I miss hugs the most.

When I greet friends, we hug. When we part, we hug. I was supposed to have been in Oklahoma and Texas in March visiting family and friends. I would have gotten lots of hugs. People from Oklahoma and Texas are consummate huggers. 

But the hugs I've missed the most are the ones from my daughter and two grand boys that I used to be with three days out of every week.  We have Zoom story time almost every day and daughter Sara sends lots of pics and videos, but there's something missing from that virtual reality. 

When daughter Sara dropped by with a few items on Monday evening, we stayed an appropriate safe distance from each other. In the bag of groceries was a rolled up piece of paper tied with a white ribbon with red hearts on it. 

I looked at Sara, "What's this?"

Her reply, "You'll just have to open it to find out." 

So I went inside, untied the ribbon, and unrolled a giant hug. 

Each person in the family had lain on the butcher paper with arms outstretched while someone else outlined his or her head and arms. I knew the perfect place to display my giant hug. It's hanging on the wooden posts opposite the dining room table where I'm working on a photo organization project. It makes me smile every time I look up from organizing photos and every time I walk past it! 

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