Andy and I walk back to my mom’s house across the street from the park and he reaches for my hand. Fireworks explode in my stomach and I cannot help but smile as we hold hands for the first time. He just asked me to be his girlfriend, and made it clear he didn’t just want to date me, but his intentions were to move towards marriage.
Eleven years later – married for over nine of those – and I realize
that the simple gesture of hand-holding has changed. We no longer hold
hands in the car, or when we sit together on the couch, or when we go
out for walks. It is not that our hands are empty, but rather, they are
full. There was a time when we only had each other, but now, we have
three precious little girls with small hands that hide perfectly in our
As we take walks, Nichole needs Andy to hold her hand –even if just
to prevent her from wandering – and she happily walks along her daddy,
looking up and smiling at him, letting him know his presence is one of
the greatest joys in her life.
Nina holds our hand as she learns to balance and take steps. She
needs reassurance that we are with her. She walks ahead with independent
steps, but we are quick to offer our hand when we know she needs to
gain her balance once more. She knows we are proud of her, of how far
she has come along in just one year. Her wheelchair gathers dust in our
basement while our steady hands offer her the support that she needs.
Although Ellie is almost seven years old, she still holds our hand
just because it is a gesture of love, and she likes to show us that she
Sometimes, we watch our girls hold each other’s hands. We smile
watching big-sister and little-sister try to help Nina along. Or how
Ellie offers her hand to her baby sister Nichole, and how willingly
Nichole follows along.
These precious little hands are so full of love.
Andy and I drop the girls off at school. We walk down the hall and
instinctively reach for each other. We hold hands. Our fingers
intertwined as we walk through the school, out the door, and towards the
car. There are no fireworks in my stomach. Instead, there is a deep
love for the man that I get to do life with. We have journeyed together,
grown-up together, and embraced whatever comes our way together. And
still, after all these years, he reaches for me and holds my hand,
letting me know that I am still his favorite girl.
Works for me Wednesday