I remember the first time our hands met, moments after you were born.
Your tiny fingers wrapped around my finger and squeezed so hard that it took my breath away.
Every day your hands change, they grow, they become stronger, more capable, and every day I want to hold your hands in mine. I want to thread my fingers through yours and marvel at the possibilities, the potential
Every day that you want to hold my hand, is a gift.
Tonight, my heart skipped a beat, when you sat next to me, leaned your head against my shoulder, and threaded your fingers through mine.
I fear that someday, when I reach out to you, you will turn and pretend you don’t see me reaching out.
I cherish the moments you reach for me. I write them on my heart, I treasure them
Our hands tell so many stories, and yours are my favorite.
Title inspired by one of my Favorite Beatles Songs “I Wanna Hold Your Hand”
So sweet, Rachel!
Thank you, Melisa <3
I adore this! I held hands with my mom even as a teen so, I send you those vibes that she will always want to hold your hand!
Thank you so much, Sili! That is one of my greatest prayers <3
This is so sweet Rachel and brought so much happiness into my heart. Your daughter is a beautiful person and she gets that from her mom. They say “momma’s boys” and “daddy’s girls”, but there is always a bond between mother and daughter that can’t be broken.
Thank you, Kristi <3 I agree 100% and thank you, from someone who knows her - that means a lot <3
Sweet post.
Thank you so much, Denise! Hope you and your little bun in the oven are doing well!
This reminds me of words of wisdom that I heard in a movie, the title of which I can’t remember. It goes something almost like this : “A son is a son till he gets a wife; A daughter is a daughter for the rest of her life.”
Wow – that was really quite moving and tugged at the heartstrings. Even felt my butterflies mid-way through! Katie@ lrb
You touched my heart…Very emotional post. Love every word in it.
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