Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on hands.
Go.
They are so small.
They fit so perfectly in mine.
You Anna, love to hold hands,
you Cole, still fight for your freedom.
The first thing you both did when I got to hold and see you for the first time, if hold my finger with your entire hand.
And as the years push forward, as the infants are starting school in September.
As the one year old turns two...it is one of the things I will miss most.
"Mom, dad, let's hold hands and you can swing me".
"Mom, don't let go of my hand".
"Mommy, let's go...over here."
It's how your dad and I got started too.
Just two kids holding hands while we walked, while we drove, while we ate.
It's what we still do when we reach for each other.
Trying to tell each other that those two young people are still somewhere inside each of us.
They are so small.
They are calling for us.
They are how you reach for us.
Please, don't let go.
Stop.
I loved this!!!! Love how you brought the hand holding of you and your husband in too...so good. They grow up way too fast, don't they? Blessings to you and your beautiful family. Thank you for stopping by Hope in the Healing so I could visit you! Newest follower 🙂
Thank you Nannette for following this journey. This little family and these little faces mean too much to me so thank you for your kind words.