a hand to hold

i love hands. since i was little i remember holding my grandmother's hands, tracing the veins and thinking of the history her hands had seen. i've noticed over the past few years that i'm getting my grandmothers hands. sort of boney, with big veins, long skinny fingers. they are not exactly beautiful hands but i'm proud of them. my grandmother was heavy on my heart at celeste and brian's wedding and when i listened to words celeste had so carefully crafted for the ceremony i couldn't help but get emotional. they paused to look down at their hands, they hands they would hold now and in years from now.

their hands are young now, full of life. they are strong and eager, they bend with ease. their marriage is this way. celeste and brian have so much to look forward to. as they grow together they are going to encounter so much, their physical selves will change, and so will their souls. my hope is that they become more and more like each other, they grow into one. i know it's not popular to talk about losing yourself, giving up autonomy in order to be married, but i think it works best that way. i hope celeste and brian hold hands often and as they look down at them sort of lose track of his and hers and just see ours.

thank you for letting me be part of such a heavenly day.