Every day is beautiful and every day I rejoice in the Lord, but some days the sun shines down and happy praises are easy to voice, and it’s all in the little things. Perhaps the most precious of little joys was the running hug I got from two-year-old Tamino when I came home today. That’s the first time I’ve gotten a spontaneous hug from him, and it’s a far cry from his demands that I leave the room when I first invaded his world. Kids are such a delight when you open your mind and give it time. For me, the hardest thing about living away from family is living without hugs. I believe physical, human contact is as necessary to life as exercise. It’s one of those things that if you don’t do it, you might not noticed, but as soon as you do again you realize just how much you’ve been needing it all along. Of course I filled up on hugs when Mom and Dad were here, but I’ll take them however they come. Okay, so maybe not from the nuts on the street . . .
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