Sunday, June 25, 2017

His Hands

We had a small dinner party not long ago and it happened again. I found myself watching a graceful pair of hands........ mesmerized by my husband's hands as he told everyone a story about being in a dangerous foreign land. He never initiates these stories, but rather is asked to tell about his experiences. I listen each time with rapt attention and my eyes are always on his hands. They are large hands, expressive, strong and kind. Like many other nights, I get turned on listening and watching this man. He is storytelling and using his hands to illustrate a point. His wife is literally ready to jump his bones. I get all hot and bothered as he talks. Do you ever do that? Do you ever watch the hands that love you and yes, spank you? 

Those hands held babies, changed diapers and caressed a weary wife. They nurtured a fussing baby and quieted a frightened pet. They are strong, tanned hands that instinctively know how to do many things. These hands carried the suitcases, made the pancakes and did the big yard work.

When Jack came home from being deployed, there were always gatherings of families. I remember one party in particular. I was having a hard time. It had been a dangerous deployment and I was full of questions, relief, heartache and anger. We were not a ttwd couple. That would come many years later. However, I do remember his hands. He held my hand from the moment we got out of the car at the party. He would not let go of my hand. He knew I was fragile and teary at that event. I had not wanted to attend. I wanted to keep Jack all to myself, but he told me he had a responsibility to his people and we would go. Deployments have a way of tugging your heart right out of your body. This one was hard and the homecoming breathtaking. Nonetheless, I was shaken and his hand holding mine made all the difference. Hands, his hands, are two things that keep me feeling loved and protected. 

I do not think our friends are aware of how transfixed I was as I watched Jack tell his stories. For some reason, this sort of thing happens all the time with me. We gather friends and everyone is talking and enjoying themselves and then, it is Jack's turn to talk. I become mesmerized, listening to a story I know well and could easily tell myself. What is with that? 

These are the hands that do the hard things and the loving things. 
they take care of me. Love is in the doing and those hands do a lot. They take care of me in extraordinary ways and then these same hands know how to get me back on track in a hot minute! 

Are you as transfixed with your man's hands as I am with mine? Tell us about it.



  1. Love this Meredith, since ttwd I too have developed a fascination with Rick's hands.


  2. Mere, you have written about Jack's hands before, and I thought it was quite a beautiful post. So is this. I just love it when you capture so many feelings from just a single moment. Like a snapshot of your love.

    I do treat Sam's hands with affection. You are right. I think I could write a whole post about them. One thing I will share is that in the car, I will reach across to take Sam's right hand off the wheel, just so I can kiss it. Then he will leave his hand my leg.

    From a quote I found recently while hunting for pictures for a post, I tell Sam, "My ass is lonely without your hands on it."

    Lovely post!

  3. Very good post, Meredith,
    Hoss has hands that are comforting, loving and equally as mesmerizing. I often find myself looking at his hands when we talk. He will grasp my small hand in his and I will fluctuate between his rich blue eyes and his calloused fingers interlaced with mine. It does has such a calming effect on my heart when those hands touch me. Well of course not so calming when he spanks me with those hands of his, but you get the idea! Lol!

  4. Hands are so very interesting, they can be gentle or hard as steel.

  5. So much said here. Love conveyed so artistically and emotionally through real and symbolic hands!

  6. This post is sheer poetry. Many of your posts are which is why I continue to read them. Somewhere I have a beautiful poem by a middle-eastern author about hands. I will find it and send it to you privately. Peace...G

  7. Hi Meredith! :) Lovely post! I too remember you writing, some time ago about Jack's hands. I agree, that was also a beautiful post.

    The hands of the one that we love do so many things, and can show us love in so many different ways. We all sure do know a few of them! :)

    I love how you talk about how turned on you get when Jack has the attention of a group of people, and it is his hands that your focus is on, as he tells his stories. The atmosphere in the room during those kinds of times, touches you in just the right way, making you want to... mfl!

    It is always so interesting to think about the different things that ignite that spark in other people's loving relationships. There is the spanky business... that is all about hands, ones that are often holding something in them! There are often other things too, like what you have shared here. I think that it is very telling that you have mentioned it a few times, as well as written about it more than once. It's something special about your relationship that you love. Very neat!

    I've always loved Rob's hands. They look just like his father's hands were. One of our sons has those same hands. I love that. In my eyes, nothing beats Rob's loving touch- of all kinds. What I also love so very much, is when Rob's hand holds mine. It is something that he has always done, wherever we go. Many hugs,

    <3 Katie

  8. Love this post. The strength and kindness in my husband's hand mesmerize me too. Been doing this ttwd for about a year now. Started late as you. I feel I can relate to so many of your posts. Thank you. I don't feel so alone anymore.

    1. You are not alone. Please email and let's talk.
      My address is on the right side of the blog.

  9. Tis post brought back memories for me. It was almost 2 year go when I awoke one night after Sir and I had had a major falling out. His fingers were entwined in mine holding me softly. It was then that I remembered many things about his hands. How hard he works to provide for my every need. How handy he is around the house repairing things as needed. Of course good loving times with those gentle hands. Wonderful massages. And then there are those times when I find myself over his lap feeling the strength and harness of his hands when he is making his points well known. His hands are calloused from much work, yet gentle all at the same time. I was moved to tears that night when I realized how much I truly have to be thankful for. This post was a good reminder of the strength and love this man has and how blessed I am to be by his side.

  10. I loved this post, Meredith, so full of love and admiration for your man. Hands can be so expressive even when they're still. I like to watch Harry's hands when he's talking, though I can't say I get turned on. Unless he's wearing a suit and shirt with cufflinks, which is a different matter entirely...
    Rosie xx

  11. I loved your description of watching Jack tell his stories. It reminds me of our younger days when we lived for every word, breath, and touch from our guys. Its wonderful that you still feel that quiet passion when watching him. It's those moments when I also stand back to watch my guy at work that make me feel like I've won the lottery.

  12. Beautiful post Meredith. I love the way you describe Jacks hands as caring and all he has done for you. I too have looked at Bears hands in awe with everything he does with them. Glad I'm not the only one. Our men are amazing.
    Hugs Lindy xx