My husband was a very affectionate man. He loved to hug and kiss me. He liked to cuddle, too. We always held hands while driving, even if we were not traveling far. He ended every conversation whether long or short with “I love you.” I was his most prized possession.
I miss him. I miss his touch, his laughter, his essence….I loved the very smell of him. His chest was my favorite pillow.
His life was a cup in which I heartily drank from. Nobody filled me quite like him.
After reading this post, I urge you to go hug your husband just for me. Even if he is not in your presence, send him a “hug” via text message, email, or phone. And really put one on him when you do lay eyes on him.
Girls, I can hardly wait for the day that I will be able to hug the one I love again!