With the countdown ticking ticking until he is once again home I've realized that what I've missed the most these past 6 months is touch. Sure, I hug friends, but the day to day existence of staying to myself has worn on me.
G and I are touchers. The hand on the back in a room. The pinkies linked with our hands on the pews as we sing in church. The head on the chest or the spooning. And constant hugs. That man hugs more than anyone else I know. These things I miss with a ferocity that overwhelms.
And I'm looking forward to new touches. His hand on my belly. His hand gripping mine as I attempt to break it as I break. The gentleness as he cradles our daughter in his arms, the three of us curled up together.
Some feel that the song Hallelujah is done too much. I love it every time I hear it done well. I've spent the morning listening to different artists on youtube sing it. Hallelujah and Amazing Grace are 2 songs (and even phrases in songs) that I could listen to again and again. This video I've seen before, but looked it up today as it felt apt. Touch is so important. Hugs are a love language everyone understands. The need to connect, even briefly, is what makes us human.