hugs

I was browsing through the photos from my mother’s 80^th birthday party when I paused at this one of her hugging her nephew’s daughter and I thought to myself, there is real love in that hug. It made me cry and smile and remember and cry some more.

As I browsed further through that photo album, I found this hug.

This is my husband and our oldest daughter at the same party. It made me cry and smile and remember and cry some more. There is real love in that hug.

All day I have been lost. I don’t know where to put my sadness or why it’s persistent today. While I’m not yet completely found, I am glad to have felt these hugs.