May 18, 2010
hand print on my heart
It has been there for a few weeks... even through the rain. I think I am the only one who has noticed it. Eric would have tried to scrub it off... my kids surely would have pointed it out, and probably would have laughed about it.
I love it... this hand print on my walkway. Because the hand that was so stained by red mulch that it would leave a mark on concrete, is the same hand that has held tightly onto mine for almost nineteen years. It is the hand that held onto mine when we promised each other forever and when our babies came into the world. It is the hand that rests in mine when we are driving in the car or just watching TV. His hands... are gentle and strong all at once... and seeing the mark when I walk up to our home is like a warm embrace, his hand on my heart.
Celebrating the mess that life is... and the beauty... on Tuesday with Emily.