My sweet sister had to remind me that I had not posted my latest "Love Letter" to my dear husband. Here it is now. I wonder what you would consider your symbol of love with a dear one in your life.
Since that moment at your mom’s kitchen table,
when you slipped your grandmother’s engagement ring on my finger,
you have adorned my hands with your love.
We have shared a band of gold that links us forever together.
Other decorations may have been added,
always with a deep affection and purpose;
but, all the silver and gold pales to the real treasures --
You have wrestled pigs, water pipes, and babies with those hands;
reaching for reassuring hugs and bonding handshakes.
My hands have stripped wires, gears, and mud-caked children for baths;
patched quilts, and broken hearts.
We have had our share of
holding on to angry cats, posthole diggers, horse-thrown toddlers,
and each other.
Together we have
stroked cheeks in love, wiped away tears of grief, and patted backs with praise.
Whether it is a gentle squeeze, entwined fingers, or linked pinkies,
our hands will be our symbol
our shared life,
our undying love
for each other.