Will you hold my hand, my hand, my hand, my hand, my hand, my hand, my hand, my hand?
Walking home from school the other day, the littlest one was riding in the stroller, and she reached out her hand to her brother. She didn’t say a word, and neither did he. He just held her hand and we went along for a spell. I barely dared to breathe.
When we are little, we are taught to hold hands as we cross roads, go somewhere new, go through a busy parking lot. Sometimes, though, we just need to reach out to each other for no particular reason. Maybe to connect quietly, to say hello, or because we need the shared strength of holding on to someone.
If you can’t get physically close enough to hold hands, a note may have to do. A phone call, an email, can be that hand reached out to say – we’re connected. We hope you have someone who sends you a note now and then, or calls to say hello. We are always glad to hear from you!