I remember the first time our hands met, moments after you were born.
Your tiny fingers wrapped around my finger and squeezed so hard that it took my breath away.
Every day your hands change, they grow, they become stronger, more capable, and every day I want to hold your hands in mine. I want to thread my fingers through yours and marvel at the possibilities, the potential
Every day that you want to hold my hand, is a gift.
Tonight, my heart skipped a beat, when you sat next to me, leaned your head against my shoulder, and threaded your fingers through mine.
I fear that someday, when I reach out to you, you will turn and pretend you don’t see me reaching out.
I cherish the moments you reach for me. I write them on my heart, I treasure them
Our hands tell so many stories, and yours are my favorite.
Title inspired by one of my Favorite Beatles Songs “I Wanna Hold Your Hand”