Friday, June 8, 2012

I was pedaling up a hill when his hand pressed against my back. Earlier in my marriage I might have been warmed by his show of devotion and willingness to help me up the hard climb, but instead I found myself annoyed.

"I can do it!" I quipped through my effort.

And his hand dropped away, and my back grew cold, and the climb was harder than I had thought.



Standing in a roomful of men I noticed that his hair had grayed; his strong shoulders were thin and bent in a kind of fog; his kind eyes sad and tired. I slipped my hand in his but rather than quipping a declaration of self-sufficiency, he stood a little straighter and spoke a little clearer.

Next time I will surely wish his hand back.

12 comments:

Out on the prairie said...

Very lovely thought and experience to share.I will share this thought with a few today.

Marissa @Life On Our Mountain said...

Human touch is magical.

Ola said...

this was very intimate and very sincer and... very true!


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TexWisGirl said...

hmmm.

Pam said...

Regrets.. I've had a few myself, Ali.
Give time, time.. it heals most words and deeds.
Hugs and smiles across the miles ~:)

Anonymous said...

Beautifully written. His hand signified his love and concern for you. Hold onto that. Your Mom

Michael Rowland said...

I'm glad you're back,,,M

Inger said...

What a lovely post. And thanks for your visit today, I am glad you have a memory of you grandmother. It surprises me how many blogger friends I have with some Swedish in them.

Kate @ Daffodils said...

This made me tear up. What a special realization.

MarmePurl said...

Love grows Love.

Fiona said...

Lovely to have you back bloggging again Allison
with your special words and photos.


x

From Beyond My Kitchen Window said...

We have all done something like that at one time or another. It's what living each day, good and bad is all about.