Most emails, messages and texts are ended with:
When the weather gets gloomy like this, it’s really all I want, big hugs. I’m a hug slut, but there are three people who’s hugs I like the most.
Sir- even when I have to stand on a stool to get a hug, they are the warmest.
N- she is a couple of inches shorter than me and her hugs remind me of mom hugs. They are protective and tight.
Fgd- he always asks how my back is and if it’s ok, I get a big Russian bear hug and twirled around.
Right now, I long for these hugs.