Hands..

Laying on the couch watching tv while my hubby holds my hands really melts my heart. I remember those flutters when we first held hands. For two weeks now his hands have taken care of me and the three little monkeys running around this house. I am so blessed. At the end of the day he sits and holds my hand after all my requests from the day. I wish I could take some of his stress away from these long days but for now I will hold his hand. The hand that will hold mine for the next fifty years. Wouldn't have it any other way.