Monday, July 16, 2007


It's his hands that I love the most, I love to see them, I love to feel them. They are soft and strong, they often comfort me, soothe me and melt me. It's true that things can be changed with a touch. One brush of his hand against my skin can turn a mood and cause me to tingle. One touch can soften the most stubborn attitude. One touch can remind me of the reasons that I can not imagine my life without him. One touch can remind me of what love feels like and how one single person can captivate my mind, my body and my soul. One touch reminds me how lucky I am to have found him and how blessed I am to be loved so completely.