Hugs and Kisses
Feeling weepy today. Eight weeks is a long time to go without a kiss or a hug from the people you love. I especially want to hug and kiss my kids and my sweet little granddaughter, who gets bigger by the day. I’m grateful to see videos, pictures, and FaceTime with her, but it’s just not the same as being there, seeing her grow and change. I’m also trying to be grateful for all I have - a good job, plenty of food, toilet paper, and people who care about me. I try to stay away from the news and even Facebook. What got me today was seeing a post by a woman in my building that showed her and her husband hiking through a bayfront park together. In fact, all the couples out there who are probably getting on each other’s nerves and possibly even bickering - you don’t realize how lucky you are to have someone to share this time with you, to cuddle up to at night, to hold you when you’re scared and just can’t take it any more. I’m tough. I will survive. I will get through this. My life is great compared to so many who are suffering in a wide variety of ways. I’m just struggling today. Struggling to maintain a positive attitude. Struggling to take good care of myself. Struggling to see all the good in my life. And, there’s so much good! I’m blessed, really!
