this is kind of weird but I keep thinking about the hug that L gave me on Monday. two, actually. warm and soft and soothing, the hug of a mother.
kinda like how nai nai’s right upper arm held endless fascination for me & S. we used to make her raise her elbow at a right angle so we could wobble her flab. it sounds strange but it was our small person way of showing affection, I think.
for all that technology has replicated for us in our modes of communication I do not think there will ever be a replacement for touch. the angel of God touched Jacob’s hip socket.