Tuesday, July 28, 2015
From the very beginning, his hands were what I noticed........ right after I noticed his bright blue eyes. His hands from the very beginning were strong and protective. Holding hands as we walked into the high school basketball game, I felt the strength and caring so many years ago. He was wearing his letterman jacket and I was in high school heaven.
I rely on those hands in many ways. He is a chief dish washer when kitchen clean up is needed; he was a carpenter making the things Santa would deliver; he put in the skylights and roofed our home; he grills shrimp, steaks and hamburgers with those hands; and so many more things. He uses his hands to fold the laundry even though that is my territory!
When he returned from deployments to dangerous places, he took my hand and would not let go. In the crowded airport gatherings and on the tarmac of military airports, he held my hand as if to assure me he was really there. The connection was important and we both knew it.
Those hands soothed babies and helped family when illness came. He changed diapers and held children too tired to mind. Those hands did the hard things that military service required. His hands do the gardening and the driving on long road trips. These are the hands used in playing golf and water skiing, and hiking.
The best thing those hands do is loving me. He holds me tight and kisses me as he puts his hand on the back of my head to pull me close. I can count on his right hand finding its way to my bottom when we start our sleep at night to signal our day is over and he has his beloved peace.
These are the hands that spank me in wonderful good girl times when a spanking is needed to calm, set things right and show his wife who is in charge. His hands undress and caress me. These are the hands that love me and continue to love me after many years of marriage. I adore these hands.......... his hands!
Do you notice the hands of the man you love? Tell us what you see? Do you watch his hands at work?
Thank you, L.