Have you ever been having a really, really cruddy day, and then someone just randomly gave you a hug, and suddenly everything was okay?
That was me about 30 seconds ago. But...I was kind of on the other end. It's not like there's a bad end of a hug, but I wasn't really the one who needed it. You know?
Two of my sisters got braces today. Poor girls... I did the whole braces thing when I was 12-ish. I had them for 16 months, and the first 3 days I had them on, I wished I was dead. Okay...not really, but I was in more pain than I ever had been before. It was like having some incredibly large parasite sucking on my face all the time! And I couldn't get it off. I just had to live with this...thing in my mouth for 16 months. Painful, humiliating, ugly...these are some of the words I would use to describe my experience with braces.
Anyway, now that I'm done with that tangent, I'll get back on track...
Just a few minutes ago, my sister (one of the two that just got braces) came up and randomly gave me a hug. In my opinion, those are the best kind of hugs. :) It was nice. I think it helped her feel better, and I know it helped me feel better, even though I'm sure I'm not in nearly as much pain as she is... Anyway, I was thinking, (it was just this once...don't worry) and I decided that I don't hug my sisters as much as I should.
Sisters, if you read this come give me a hug, eh?
If you don't read this, I'll just come give you one.
I love you! :)