We are a rather tactile family. We like to snuggle and hug, give backrubs, and scratches. The other day, John was giving me just such a hug in the kitchen, when we heard a voice cry out “Me next! Me next! I want one too!” It wasn’t any of the children, it was his mother.
What a powerful need God has created in all of us for holy, healthy touch. It made me mindful of my grandmother who has been widowed since 1973, my other grandmother who has been widowed for a couple of years now, and others who are single, but not by their choice.