I opened a Dove chocolate this morning… and found this message… Hands are Meant to Be Held. Which was quite possibility meant in a romantic way. Bertha… on the other hand… whispered some handholding memories in my ear.
The first time each of my babies… wrapped her tiny hand around my finger. Holding those same chubby hands… as they took their first steps. Keeping them safe as we crossed literal and metaphorical streets.
And… way before that… holding hands with my Mama in the same way. And… many years later… holding her hand as she passed from this world.
Of course… there were romantic times. Who could forget those?
Then… there’s the comfort of a good friend… listening as I share my sorrow… or sharing hers with me. Or… young friends holding hands on the playground… just to feel the connection.
And… lastly… there is… holding hands with… Thelma. That’s right… the cat. Just as I’m settling down for the night… she likes to crawl under the covers… and quite often… we end up with me holding her paws in my hand… as we fall asleep. Well… in interest of full disclosure… that is and isn’t as sweet as it sounds… it starts out as me restraining her… biscuit making claws… and we tend to fall asleep once she gets still.
So… yes… hands are meant to be held… and… Bertha and I are energetically holding yours right now.
How does it get any better than this?®
Jane
I love this and holding hands. Thanks for holding mine at times. Miss you my friend.
And I love holding hands and hearts with you… no matter which of us needed it at the time… be both received!