His are the hands that held my during the birth of our son and the many months in the NICU that followed. His are the hands that held my during the loss of my grandmother and my uncle. And soon his will be the hands that I hold while pledging my love and my life to him as we become husband and wife. I love his strong hands!
Mine are the hands that wipe away the tears (I won't take all the credit as Clayton does wipe away plenty of tears). Mine are the hands that feed the mind (reading) and feed the body (breakfast, lunch and dinner). Mine are the hands that are lucky to be held by two of my loves! I love my capable hands!
His are the hands that took hold of my heart [the moment they took hold of my hands] and will never let go. His are the hands that fit snugly in mine, bring imagination to life, that would make any Ninja Warrior proud. I love his capable and strong hands [he's a part of the both of us].
Precious!
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