Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:
You must have been on my mind recently (strange, I know, seeing as it’s only 2010, and we haven’t even met yet) because I had quite the interesting dream a few nights ago – stop grinning, Sweetpea, it certainly wasn’t that sort of dream, though I’m sure you wouldn’t be averse to hearing details if it were that kind of dream, would you?
In my PG-rated dream, I was hugging someone, a guy. I’m not exactly sure who he was, but maybe that’s the whole point: It could have been anyone. We were just standing there – I have no idea what was going on around us. All I was focused on was the feeling of that embrace, of being held in someone’s arms and feeling like you never want to let go.
Call it whatever you’d like: hugging, embracing, cuddling, snuggling. It’s all very dear and important to me. I am a very emotional person; I crave that sort of human connection that only a hug can satisfy. It’s a very powerful thing, isn’t it? It’s one of the few gestures left in this world that doesn’t require any words. You don’t have to say anything. You don’t have to really do anything. All you have to do is reach out for that other person, hold them and make them feel like everything is right with the world again. Everything is as it should be, and no matter what chaotic rumblings might be taking place around you, inside that hug – in your arms, Sweetpea – I know everything in that one singular moment is OK.
I felt so safe in my dream, so secure, so protected. I woke up smiling, and I don’t think that was just a coincidence, do you, Sweetpea? I look forward to you taking over that role and hope I can be that person for you too.
Are you a hugger? Oh gosh, I hope so. Because if you’re not, well, I’ll naturally be able to make a hugger out of you. You know you’ll only be able to resist the allure of my arms for so long before you crack under the pressure – and remember, my arms are amazingly strong and muscular here. And when you do….always know that I’ll be right there to catch you. I look forward to you falling into my arms.
As I always say, “Make hugs, not war.” Until we meet…
P.S. Did I mention that today is my half-birthday? I’m 28.5 today. Oh, stop rolling your eyes, Sweetpea; plenty of people celebrate their half-birthdays. It’s the perfect excuse for cake and root beer! xoxo
[Photos via We Heart It]