Things I miss about the US #1

My mom gives the best hugs.

I’m just sayin’.

My mom’s hugs could kick your mom’s hugs’ ass in a knock-out hug throwdown.

She’s about the same height as me so I don’t have to squat down too much when I want to bury my head in her neck like I’m four years old still. She still smells the same: Downey fabric softener, Dawn dish soap and occasionally what she’s made for dinner.

My mom has received an Academy Award, a Pulitzer and a Nobel Prize in hugging. But she’s too modest to put them on display. She keeps them in the laundry room next to the Shout! stain remover. 

She’ll never complain that she’s in the middle of something, and she’ll happily hold you as long as you like.

She also excels at the hug-back rub-hair stroke combo. The trifecta.

 I’m tellin’ you. It will get you every time.