I Want To Hold Your Hand

images-1 I’ve had some issues lately quite humbling I won’t go into at this time, but my sense of observation has never been keener.

There was a pretty, 40ish looking lady walking hand in hand with her daughter. What caught my eye was the kid’s age…12 or 13.

Normally a child about to blossom from bloomers into a thong wants nothing to do with her mom who overnight becomes the enemy…yet there they were happy as can be chatting like girlfriends.

Made me reach back to my own preteens having no recollection of such public affection. Actually what I do remember is always walking behind my mom to catch her in case she fell from one too many highballs, if you get my meaning.

12 Step teaches you to look back but not stare at your past so it ceases to rob the present, a noble lesson to learn.

I then saw a couple in their 80s hand holding as they tooled down Fifth, gazing into windows, whispering to one other. How intimate they seemed their white hair glistening…two lofty lights luminous on the avenue. images

There’s also a girl at Panera whose boyfriend walks her to work…by the hand. They are both short and round reminding me of two honey buns baked together. My heart opens when I see them so young and clearly in love just by looking at their hands.

I pondered all this hand holding business thinking how personal it is…your hands conducting so much in life…to link them with another set is truly special.

After relating this story to my friend Joanne who said, “Don’t you remember we were all sittin around drinking and one of us asked…what was our favorite thing to do with a man…I said kissing, Camille said, eating before dinner…and you said…

there’s nothing like holding hands.”

Hmm, I forgot, but it certainly explained why my heart swelled with such longing.  images-3

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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22 Responses to I Want To Hold Your Hand

  1. micklively says:

    Yes, it’s such an artless, innocent gesture, yet it feels so good and means so much.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    My sweetie and I hold hands wherever we go. He wasn’t used to it when we first met, coming from a large family that used the older kids for babysitting and labor. But he got used to it real quick. I agree with you, Susannah, it’s another way to say ‘I love you’.

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  3. Nothing better than the comfort of a hand.

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  4. Lynn says:

    I agree with you about holding hands Susannah. It is the act of touching another human being in the expression of so many emotions. One of joy of simply being together, seeking a hand in times of fear, reaching out for love & support. Right up there with a great hug!

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  5. Elle Knowles says:

    There is just a great feeling in hand holding
    Susannah. Nothing else comes close.
    ~Elle

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  6. It’s such a simple but intimate activity.

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  7. Justin says:

    SB,
    Kissing. Right to the heart of it you are. Kissing you so long ago was a rare privilege and treat. Hope this message finds you well. All the best.

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  8. There is something sweet and tender about holding hands, maybe because it’s all about affection and not lust. I, too, love seeing elderly people holding hands. Maybe because all they’ve been through together is reflected in it.

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  9. My wife say’s she loves to fit her hand in mine because my hands act like warm mittens. Either way, I think it perfect.

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