I went home to visit my folks last week. One thing I adore about being with family is that you can touch them whenever you want. I live alone so months may go by that I don't get hugged or cuddled. One reason I like to get pedicures is because someone is laying their hands on me, even if it is just my feet.
Have you ever gone so long without human contact that the slightest brush of a cashier's fingers as he hands back your change can send little ripples up your spine? I think that's a wonderful feeling.
While I was home I went to church for the first time in more than a decade. I held my mom's hand during the service and I playfully punched my dad's arm during the part where they want your money (he's pretty partial to his coinage.)
And according to my mom, I fart in my sleep. That doesn't have anything to do with cuddling, I just thought it was funny.
Now, go get a hug!
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