“Will you give me a forgiveness hug?” I asked Bob.
“What for?” he asked.
“For leaving the tea on the burner and smoking up the house.”
“I’ll give you a good-morning hug, but there is nothing to forgive.”
Such loving words.
Forgiveness is sweet. Not taking offence in the first place is sweeter still.
The house had a bad smell today, but our good morning hug was like a fragrant perfume.
