Friday, September 11, 2009

His hand guides me

His hands have always been part of the reason I fell in love with him.

I know it's silly but when I see his hands on the wheel of our car or any car I think

"man he's got some good looking hands." I 've always told him so.

Those hands that gently dance with me and hold the small of my back. The hands that

open my car door shutting it tightly as if I might fall out.

The hands that rub my sore feet and acts like he looks forward to it.

The hands that hold my head when I'm sick.

The hands that held William so softly.

The hands that hold our children up.

They draw me across a room to him.

Knowing that his hands only touch me and all that belong to just him.

Knowing that no-one else gets his touch...his caress..

Knowing in the middle of the night I can reach for his hand and it's there and it's warm

and familiar and it's mine....:)


Bria Cosper said...

I'm gonna cry! That is so sweet Mrs. Robin!

Dawn said...


That's a wonderful dedication to your DH!

My hubby hates his hands. He has short palms and stubby fingers and he's always going on and on about
I don't really pay too much attention to his hands, but he sure seems

Have a good weekend ~



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