HUGS AND TRUST

I think it's really amazing. It might not really speak a lot, but a simple gesture can reflect much. It's not always only the BIG things; sometimes, the little things speak much more.

I like it so much whenever Grace comes up, requesting to be carried. I don't deny, it's a real ego-booster (oh my, oh my! She wants ME! Awww!!!). Looking deeper, more than mere physical intimacy, it speaks of trust.

Maybe it's something that's part and parcel of growing up, but people tend to get increasingly skeptical as they grow in age. Past experiences? Past failures? Past unmet expectations? Past disappointments? I don't know. But one thing that's certain, "Sure anot?" is the very first thing that would pop into my mind if ever someone - anyone - offers to carry or piggyback me. Babies? Nah, they don't think things that are complicated.

Sometimes, while carrying her, Grace would give me a little hug too - in her own way. It's subtle and hardly noticeable. But the pressure is as real as can be. She'll intentionally press her body against mine, tighten her little arms around my shoulders, and rest her cheek on the nape of my neck contentedly. That's it. She'll lie still and lap it up with pleasure. Sometimes though, she'll even stroke my back and my arms randomly.



I miss her.