I remember the first time she held my hand. We were riding on a church van on the way back from Colorado. We had been inseparable for that trip. We talked. We laughed. We enjoyed each other’s company. Then it happened. The van hit a bump and her hand has in mine.
It has been more than 24 years since that happened. A lot of life has happened between them and now. And yet, I am still amazed at the way her hand fits in mine. The softness of her skin. It is…so wonderful. I love having her hand in mine.
I never want to lose this perspective.
David Willis 