Hugs

My husband calls himself the huggie monster! That is precisely what he is. I don’t care how often I go into his office for a hug; he will give me one. He holds on for as long as I do, and I love that.

When my kids were little, he would come home from work and attack all three of them with hugs and kisses. As soon as my kids would hear the garage door open, they would run to the back door and wait for the hug monster to attack.

My husband would jump out of his car, and all three of our kids would take off running and screaming with pure excitement! Of course, I don’t know about you, but I’m childish, so I was just as pumped up as my kids.

Now that they are older, you would think they wouldn’t want the hug monster to come out, but they do! He waits for a quiet moment while they are watching T.V. or studying, and he dives onto the couch like a crazy man. He smothers them with love and hugs and screams, “I’m the huggie monster!”

Now that I think about he would scream that out during the weekend when I had one of our babies down for a nap, and of course, naptime would be over. They immediately thought it was playtime.

With my husband being who he is, it did indeed turn into playtime, park time, and Dairy Queen. I think the hug monster made us a tighter family. It made me a more affectionate mom. Seeing someone give so much love became contagious.

It’s funny; the more love given to you, heightens your desire to provide it.

 A hug can go a long way.

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored.

~Belladonna~

20 Replies to “Hugs”

  1. This is the most wholesome thing I read in a while. And it’s making me so happy to know this exists somewhere in world. Thank you for sharing ❤️

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