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I crossed my husband’s path in the hallway going towards the stairs. He gives me a great, big hug! I consider him an exceptionally good hugger.

Man, it feels good! “You know something, honey?” I ask. “I don’t know how it works, but when you touch me, it feels like it heals something inside of me and brings me all kinds of good stuff. I don’t know how you do that. How do you do that?” 

He just smiles at me. After a second, he quietly tells me he loves me.

“Oh! That’s it!” I exclaim as I start down the stairs. “That’s how you do it…That’s exactly how you do it.”