A hug

I was holding my four-month-old son against my chest. We were face to face and his little arms were slung around my neck. I was swaying back and forth like we were dancing.

In the span of a second I felt his little arms tighten around my neck. Now I know the legitimacy of whether this was a “real” hug or not could be argued, but in that moment it was real to me. And, in that fleeting second, I felt all the future hugs I would receive from him for the rest of my life. It was the first link of a chain that would last throughout my days.

I’ve heard people talk about all things that have occurred in the past and all those things that have yet to come are all occurring simultaneously…just transdimensionally, and now I believe it. In that moment he hugged me for the rest of my life and I hugged all of his ancestors…those I’ve had the privilege of knowing and those I wish I had.

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