I’m not much of a hugger.
But true story, I’m not. Still I have learned to try to love hugs. And I do. I celebrate them.
Comforting hugs when you have had an eye-twitching, craptastic day.
Hugs that you enjoy with your Grandmom.
Hugs that you enjoy with your favorite cousin and your favorite Uncle Jesse.
Hugs you share with your favorite little brother never fail to warm your heart and make you smile because he is a hugger.
And who doesn’t love birthday hugs shared with your best friend at Disneyland?
Then there is one of the bestest hugs I have enjoyed recently which I do not have a picture of. You’ll just have to trust me that it was one of the best ever…a hug shared with one of my co-workers…a co-worker whom I always hug when I see her because that is what we do before we start a night in NICU-Land. A little more than a year ago she left the unit to fight a fierce fight. Honestly cancer picked the wrong person to fight with because after all that she has been through and all that she has to live for I knew that it wouldn’t be a fair fight. I knew that it was going to be a great night taking care of the tiny humans whom I love so much in the NICU when I saw Brenda walk into the unit for the first time in over a year.
We hugged. We cried. We tried to fix our makeup. We laughed. We hugged some more.
I have no photo to share but I can guarantee you that it was a beautiful, wonderful picture that will last forever in my heart and my mind. If you close your eyes right now I bet that you can see it. Amazing, gorgeous! Isn’t it?
I am so unbelievably happy knowing that I can look forward to Brenda’s hugs before night shift in the NICU again.