Tuesday, February 19th, 2013...9:04 pm
Remember, You Promised…
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When it’s just the two of us, we always hold hands.
Walking into the grocery store.
Walking to get Miles each afternoon.
Shopping for art supplies.
I reach down. She reaches up.
It happens without either of us thinking.
Like blinking, or breathing, or loving.
My hand wraps around hers and hers around mine. Not too tight, not too loose.
Just right.
Her hand fits mine perfectly.
“Promise you’ll still hold my hand when you’re sixteen,” I ask her.
“Of course I will, Mom. I’ll always be smaller than you.”
Of course.
“You promise?” I ask.
“Pinky promise,” she says.
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February 19th, 2013 at 10:07 pm
Pinky Promises are always the very best promise! Beautiful
conversation. Thank you for Sharing. Stopping by from Just
Write.
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