In the back of that dark movie theatre, his hand inches closer to mine. Butterflies fly and my heart flutters. Our pinkies brush together and he holds my hand in his.
Walking out of that movie theatre, we ran into friends and they ran into my smile. From then on out, we were pretty linked…hand in hand.
There are certain moments held in pictures and framed on walls…walking down the aisle and hours of labor bringing life.
Yet my mind drifts to moments with no pictures or frames.
- car rides with kids screaming in the back…his hand squeezing mine with a sly smile saying…”We created this crazy madness!”
- grabbing my hand as we walk into the grocery store. Our day is full but we have this moment to connect even if it’s just across the parking lot.
- sad moments with his hand in mine and tears falling down, saying good-bye to people we love… Our hearts are broken with our hands intertwined.
After 20 years, my mind still plays the moment when pinkies brushed in that theatre, yet now it holds much more. His hand in mine means, “I’m still here…I journey with you…and I’m not letting go!”
Today I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker and all the girls at Five Minute Friday. Lisa gives us a word prompt and we all write on it for 5 minutes. Here are the details if you’d like to join us. The word prompt today is : HANDS