Children harbor a great many doubts and sorrows that could be eased by a loving hug from a parent.

We forget that the sweetest joys are found in the simplest acts: hugs, laughter, quiet observation, basic movements, holding hands, pleasant music, shared stories, a listening ear, an unhurried visit, and selfless service. It is sad we forget a truth so elementary.

Sometimes all you can do is hug a friend tightly and wish that their pain could be transferred by touch to your own emotional hard drive.

Had life not given me reasons to grieve, I would never have known the healing power of a hug.

Sometimes you have to hug yourself and squeeze your own shoulder and be thankful it is humanly possible.

Sunsets are mother nature’s finest artwork; pride is nobody’s friend; readers make the most perceptive, compassionate listeners; silence is sweet; hugs and dark chocolate are emotional medicine; pineapple certainly does belong on anything ham belongs on; and motherhood will always be the most rewarding labor in existence.

It is in the coldest months that hugs linger snug, and they warm the soul the most.