Friday, April 3, 2009

Flash Back Friday: Holding Hands

I was walking across campus the other day and watched as a couple walked toward me. They were walking fairly close together and he slipped his hand into hers. Their fingers intertwined and a big smile spread across her face. She put her head slightly down and then reached her free hand across her body to his arm, which was now in sync with hers, and gave him a little walking hug. He glanced toward her and smiled as they passed me, caught up in the moment and oblivious to the rest of the world.

Since that day I have thought a lot about holding hands. The warm magical feeling when you hold hands for the first time with someone you love.

Holding hands with both my grandmothers when, in their latter years they were often lonely and craved the human touch.

The trust and safety of a small hand in yours as you face a big world.

Amazing that a simple connection of hands means so much


celisamz said...

I love this post :)

Tracy said...

Me, too!

Anonymous said...

I love this too! Once again, it made me cry.

Is that you holding an old person's hand? It looks like your hand. Whose is it? I can't tell.

Karen said...

I actually go that picture off the internet, the other ones (starting at the beginning) internet, Aaron and Celisa, Mark and I, Internet, Ruby and someone, Mark and Jenn