My mom’s hands are soft and teeny. A few subtle wrinkles have started to appear on those fidgety hands. The older she becomes (good thing I do not age) the more I am reminded of my Mammaw’s hands. I find great delight clasping my hand over my mom’s hand just as I did with my Mammaw. I feel love and gentleness just as I felt years ago.
Blonde, smooth, straight, long. Pumpkin’s hair is growing, changing colors but still shines in the sunlight. I have always loved brushing her hair and miss that little blonde girl sitting in my lap as I took long gentle strokes through her hair, smoothing it as time elapsed.
The love story between yours truly and my Knight in shining armor took quite some time to unfold. 4 years passed from the time we became friends to the time sparks truly began to fly. I was in denial, blinded by a sweet innocent admiration of a red headed boy. When our love was finally revealed, it was sweet and in perfect time.
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This blog is a treat to look forward to day by day and a treasure to read. Thank you for sharing from your heart.