There was always someone to hug, kiss, play with their hair, etc...The huge amount of love I have in my body-being was able to express itself to willing subjects and I felt so nourished and met, I was in heaven.
Now the problem with this is, that when everyone left, I am now back in my own small family with a deeply introverted husband and son, and a tween son at that, who is appropriately and thank heavens, expressing boundaries around how often I can kiss him and attack him with my mama bear love. When I say "I love you" he says "I am aware of this." I call this a victory. But ..where then, does all this love go?
