My Mom Says She’s Not A Hugger

My mom says she’s not a hugger.
but when I put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news she’s the last to let go.  My dad says he doesn’t want gifts on his birthday, but I see the way his face lights up when I get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolate anyway. He’s just a kid inside, still. It makes him giddy.

My brother never says I love you. but when I tell him “I just need to finish the dishes before I vacuum!” He wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before I can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters ‘come here’ and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance.

The thing is, people, love you quietly,  and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures and once you look for them, you find them everywhere. I think that’s really beautiful.