This week’s prompt for radio station KGUA 88.3 FM is HUG: What was the last physical hug you gave or received or What is the hug you want to remember most? Coloring outside the lines, I made the prompt my own.
Fortunately, I live with my main squeeze, so daily hugs happen, well, daily. But I’ve got other hugs on my radar.
You see, Hannah and I live an hour north of our grandsons, Owen and Max, here in New England. Each Wednesday, she and I drive south to pick up the boys at school (Owen is a first grader and Max is a kindergartner.). Normally, we’d then go off for an adventure at a nearby park or to the local “One Stop Fun” indoor maze of slides, climbing tubes, and shiny colored bins of balls for jumping.
After their dinner, we’d read to the boys, tuck them in; they wouldn’t exactly stay tucked in, but then that becomes their parents, our daughter Molly and her hubby Tip, nightly challenge. Once the boys have settled, Hannah and I have wine with Molly and Tip, followed by a dinner that Hannah has made for us all; I recommend her lasagna.
But it’s no longer “normally…” The coronavirus has put these times on hold, up in the air, out to sea, and over the moon for what could be an awfully long time. We do see Owen and Max once a week at a local golf course, that is closed to golfers, but allows the boys to run the fairways and reach into the ponds for golf balls as we catch up on Molly and Tip’s lives.
But there’s no hugging.
Especially not the hugs we are used to getting when we visit their home. Owen and Max used to bolt out of their front door, run to greet us, and often hugging us around the legs.
Those are wrap-around-the-leg hugs are what I’m looking forward to!