Snert just told me this, arms outstretched. Sounds good to me, dude. Even if your nose is way crusty and you smell like old hay because I never bathe you. Sounds pretty dang good.
One of my life’s goals is to be a hugger. Either hugging just isn’t in my Irish nature, or it is in my nature, and I’ve stifled it for too long. Die coldness. Get over yourself, stiff one. Welcome Spring, love expressed, joy re-found! Again. Again.
I think people who hug generously are either terribly brave, or deeply assured of how loved they are by the One Who Hugs First.
Also, you know. People are waiting on you.
Everybody’s ready for a hug.