Friday, October 19, 2012
Last weekend - after the fright night at the Fort - we all went off to Tim Horton's for coffee.
I was tired at that point - feeling weird from the frights- feeling a little outta my element - feeling a wee bit shy........ and W got out of the car (as he normally does) and started to walk towards the restaurant. I was hurrying to catch up (as I normally do) and he stopped, waited for me, and then took my hand. And right then as his hand entwined with mine I felt a warmth spread through my body.
Hands are an important - busy - part of the body. They feed - they work - they build - they destroy - they are essential to the body. The simple gesture of holding hands means (in my mind) you are no longer an individual - you are joined to another. In that brief moment when W held my hand - I no longer had to face things alone - we would face them together.
And when W held my hand - he held so much more............ he held my heart.