This morning I realized that each of my sons show expressions of love for me in different ways.  I don’t know why I didn’t see this before.  But now I am happy I do.  One son likes to poke and tickle. Another kisses me on the forehead.  My third will dance with me in the kitchen. My baby (still) will sit close beside me while we are watching a favorite show and we share a blanket.

I still miss snuggling with them, lavishing on them hugs and kisses, but this will work.