Sometimes we all get rattled.
We all get shaken.
We all just have one of those Alexander and the Horrible, Rotten, No Good, Very Bad Days.
When bad news surprises you, painful memories flash back, or heavy moments turn your stomach to Jello, it’s oh so great to fall into a warm and comforting pair of big, wide open arms.
Shaking with sobs, dripping with tears, you snort up your runny nose and smear snot across their shoulder as that hug comforts you and helps you get through everything, even for a minute, even for the briefest of moments. Because that minute, that brief moment carries over, lasting long after the bear-hug squeezes are gone.
Maybe there are “It’s going to be okay” whispers, some gentle back rubbing, or just the quiet silence of knowing that they’re not going to let you go until you let go first. As their steady arms support you, and the pain washes over you, the hug gives you a warm glow in a shivery moment.
When you eventually pull back, smile that classic ‘I’m sorry and thank you’ smile and swipe the wet bangs from your forehead, you still might not feel great, but if you’re lucky, you’ll feel a little more…