Day 1438

Our two pups can often be seen “holding paws.” They actually make the choice to “hold hands” and will fall asleep that way. Precious boys.

The other day, I was walking to Lincoln with Asher and he took my hand. My heart melted and I realized it wouldn’t be long before he would outgrow that gift to his Nanny. It is a sweet gesture that seems to disappear as they grow up.

Hand holding is an art. From the time a baby learns to toddle to those beautiful seniors lucky enough to still have a hand to hold, it is a feeling like no other. We reach down to support a little one, reach over to entwine fingers with a loved one and gently clasp the hand needing comfort. A squeeze, a gentle embrace, a firm grip to guide and so many other ways to tell someone they matter without saying a word.

With a Therapy Dog at my side, I have had the privilege of holding a number of hands seeking comfort. It is an honor to sit with someone who is passing and let them know they are not alone. Family members at the hospital will sometimes reach for my hand when they are frightened and weary while their other hand settles on a Golden head. So many hands to hold…

What a wonderful way to connect with those who do not want to be alone. It seems to be a very acceptable way to tell someone they have a friend.

The next time you get to hold a hand, take just a moment to savor the connection made by that gesture. Even Charlie and Hank understand the beauty.