Bunny hugs all around!

Just thought that would make a nice title.
Tonight’s thoughts for what to say are rather not coming to me as swiftly as many previous nights of my own jibber jabber fluency.

We all know that many of us who talk incessantly just do it just because we enjoy hearing ourselves talk.
At least that is what some say, others believe that the people who constantly interrupt others during a conversation feel what they have to say is more important than what anybody else could possible have to say.
And then they’re the others who believe that it is a form of a mental illness that some have, to always be the center of attention and the only way to hold anyone else’s attention is to not let them speak., and by doing that therefore demand them to listen. But in reality for me, I do believe that it is just because I rarely have anyone else’s ear but Hubby’s and that is why I do it when in the company of others… just hearsay though, mine…!

Geez, listening is the true art form, isn’t it, hmm?
In my case though it may go back to being the only girl hanging out with three boy cousins and them sort of ignoring me unless I spoke about anything so I guess that they had to pay attention… Same reason for years I hated the game of Chess, since they would tell me to be quiet when they would play. Of course they offered to teach me, but I refused; thinking I could never be so quiet to play something that was supposed to be fun…
But alas when I married Hubby and we had sons, Hubby knew how to play chess and I asked him to teach our sons and both started playing when they were not more than three or four years old and they were great and would beat Hubby and each other… and again I was hushed, how truly weird, hmm?

My game was Scrabble, since my Mom and I would love to play, one of the few things as a young gal I had in common with my Mom, who had been a legal secretary in her youth and was an excellent Scrabble player since she was an excellent speller. And so when I finally beat her, it was absolutely the best!
Hubby never wanted to play Scrabble with me though, since I would beat him too. I became quite good.
See, as bad a speller as I am now I used to not be, it has got to be the MS.

We also played the Monopoly game and poker with our sons, which some people thought was just dreadful, the poker, not the Monopoly. PS we played poker for popcorn or pennies or peanuts or, you get the idea.
But I beg to differ with everyone since, due to the poker both were in the top percentile in math skills the younger one on a twelfth grade level at the age of six!
Perhaps due to the Monopoly game is why they both have always handled money very well too.

Memories are here in my heart and missing those two young men, comes to me daily with a rush of emotion and that is why… when you have family treasure them and love them till it hurts, with all those bunny hugs and big sloppy kisses and tickles and whatever else shows that affection that you truly care about them…
And keep those memories locked deep in your soul for your futures to bring up when need be; for no one can ever take them away…!

On that trip of tears for me without that touch or hug or slosh nearby, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and sincerely count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?