simple things

I went to see Jed yesterday. We had a special visit since it included Chris, and she had to get special permission/clearance to do it. When we checked in, and I got the slip back to go in, instead of the usual non-contact stamp on it, the box for contact was checked off. I started shaking and wondering if this was going to be revoked. Was I really going to get to actually hug my son. We went in, and waited, and Jed was in the side hall, and he was confused too, he usually has to go upstairs to the booths, but instead had to go thru a different door. And then I got to hug him. We both had a tear in our eyes, but I was not going to break down.
We had a good visit, since it was a special one, it was 2 hours. and then I got to hug him again. I expect next time I see him it will be back to non-contact, talking over the phone thing. But this was such a special visit. I miss hugging my son. It is the small simple things that mean the most in life. A hug, a kiss, a brush on the shoulder, a hand hold. And when these things are taken away, you then realize how much they mean in your life, how these things are what it is all about. I just want to be able to hug my son every time I see him. Simple.