My friends mom took me to so many places when I was young and I kind of took her for granted. When I became an adult, I heard she was sick and I paid her a visit. I told her how important she was to me and that I was truly blessed to have had her in my life.
My dad was a very quiet person. He never said much, not even to his family. I never heard the words, "I Love You" from him, but I knew it, because of the way he lived his life and took care of his family. I remember how he would dress us up, and take us to his workplace and show us off when we were young children. I was one of four.
I also remember once when I was very young, and he had worked late at a Banquet. My dad was a waiter. Anyway, my mom said "your father is home", and I ran toward him, and hugged him. I remember his response as being surprised and uncomfortable.
So hugs and kisses were not part of my childhood. When I met my husband's family, they were the total opposite. Lots of hugs and kisses. I soon adjusted, and became a lot more outgoing. Even though basically, I am a private, introvert like my dad.