Hugs

Kimmie is a wonderful hugger -- world class by any measure. She is generous with her hugs too. They are so good that people who become familiar with her will maneuver to get in her line of sight, just for a shot at a hug.

One very severe Type A gentleman at our church learned that he could get a hug if he was at her level, instead of reaching down. Most Sundays, this stern proud man would hit his knees and hold out his arms for her. He was not ashamed or embarrassed either, he just knew a good thing.

She is often in her own world when we are shopping. Mostly she looks at the merchandise, especially toys, and lets the other shoppers pass unnoticed. Occasionally though, her hug radar goes to full alert. Somehow she knows, someone nearby NEEDS A HUG. We have never found a pattern. She will make a bee-line; we usually intercept her and ask the person if she may hug them.

A passing soldier in uniform, a young African-American man working the cash register, and a middle aged woman who appeared upper-middle class -- all were beneficiaries of her hugs. Mostly they are amused, sometimes awkwardly accepting. One lady simply started crying, very gently, and said "I really needed a hug. How did she know?"

I have no idea; it is simply her gift that she shares according to her own rules and reasons. I am just glad I get to be close when the hugs overflow and have to go to someone.

-- Dad