Have you ever thought about how much influence or effect you have on someone else's life? Sometimes the smallest, most insignificant things make the biggest impact.
My godchild gives the best hugs in the whole world. Her hug is special enough to make me notice it and ponder it. When she hugs me, she does so with intent and purpose. It is not one of these "willy-nilly, put your arms around the other person with a gratuitous tap" kind of hug. It is a "I am conscious of my action to hug you and am an active participant" kind of hug. Her hugs don't make me feel like it is something that you do as a courtesy when you greet someone. Her hug makes me feel like she cares about me. Like this is not some ordinary hug. It is strong and tight. I love her hugs. I want to be a hugger like her!
Now, I am not a touchy feely kind of girl. I am not your normal Cajun. When Freddie walks into a room, he greets everyone with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Not me. I have walls. (That's a whole other story.) I don't often welcome people in. If you approach me for a hug, I will oblige with the "willy-nilly, gratuitous" hug. I am polite. I just have a hard time giving away what I hold so precious to anyone besides my children and my husband. It's not that I never offer hugs, or kisses, even. It's just that I am more reserved and sparing with them.
But, from now on, when I do give out hugs, I want the recipient to know that he/she has been given something special. If I am going to let another person into my personal space, into my vulnerable heart, I want them to remember it. I want to make a positive impression, whether I initiate it or not, I want them to walk away knowing that they've been hugged!