Soul-Mingling : Skin to Skin

Skin-to-skin contact is essential to my well-being. You don't need to whip out the latest scientific research to convince me. No lecture on the brain chemistry related to touch. I feel it and that is enough. The best description I have for this feeling: my soul seeps through the pores and mingles with the other soul connecting with me. It's emotional. Intimate. Vital.

 

Thanks to the move and all its associated impacts, my nerves are fried. My brain is fried. I'm living in the Texas State Fair of fried. And it makes me one irritable mess. HOWEVER, the most amazing thing happens when Adam comes home. If I can snag him before he moves onto a To-Do list, we hug. I always, always, always, find the crook of his neck, and smother my face with it. I force him to hold me for at least a minute. This quiet minute of pore-to-pore, skin-to-skin, relaxes me and some of frazzled tension melts.

 

The "Love Languages" quiz never prepared me for the importance of physical touch (http://www.5lovelanguages.com/). But I know I felt an inkling of this phenomenon before marriage.

 

My mom was the champion of playing with my hair, and I melted.

My nana always "tickled" my little back with her finger nails and melted me into sleep.

My tru(est) friend rubbed my feet after a rough day, and I melted.

 

And when Adam runs his fingers over my face, all the mess and fried fair fare, leaves. My mind is set free. My soul softens and connects. There is something so mystical about skin-to-skin and God had a reason. In my world, the reason is to keep me from becoming a fried ball of stress.

So even in the midst of packing and arranging moving dates, Adam and I are finding time for this soul-connection. He is the knight in shining armor who rubs my (smelly) feet without complaint. He is cuddle bug that lets me be the big spoon at night (it's the best). And I am thankful. This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for the man who brings me out of future worries and calls my soul out to play.