Back in the day, when the kid was only about belly button high on us, that sweet little sing-song voice would describe arms long enough to “wap you all around” in a hug. I don’t remember the rest of the rhyme or saying, just the joy with which tiny arms were flung wide in expectation that parent-sized arms would do likewise (which they did). Followed by wrapping each other all around, and giggling.
I mean seriously, how can you possibly resist an invitation to a hug offered with such sincerity and a disappearing R?
I’ve known a few world-class huggers in my day. And I’ve been wrapped up in some seriously healing embraces over the years. There’s something about a well-timed hug that makes the world all better. Or at least as better as it can get in that particular moment.