Home Sweet Home in His Hands

{Daily Prompt: Home Sweet Home}

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His hands made that first call

“I just picked up a small cheese pizza?”

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His hands drew a diagram on the bar napkin during our first date

“I want to build a cabin on a mountain”

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His hands held mine as I told him my story

“I am broken.”

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His hands steadied me as we climbed cliffs in Big Sur

“I’ve always wanted to name my first child Brandi.”

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His hands caught my trembling heart as I gave him my trust

“I love you.”

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His hands idly drummed fingers on the restaurant table waiting night after night

“I’m not off for a few more hours.”

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His hands clasped with mine after I walked down the aisle

“I do.”

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His hands rested on my back while we slow-danced to Sade singing

Never as good as the first time.”

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His hands pulled my hair away from my face as I puked into our toilet

“I think I’m pregnant.”

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His hands held our new-born infant before mine

“Hello Brandi.”

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His hands sorted, packed, lifted and unpacked a dozen moves

“Welcome to your new home.”

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His hands played endless rounds of Horse with Katrina

“Let’s go play some hoops at Meadow.”

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His hands have never been raised in anger, only in hugs

“We’ll figure it out; we always do.”

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His hands raised a beautiful toast to his siblings at each of their weddings

“May you enjoy marriage as much as I have.”

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His hands washed, dried, folded and stacked mountains of laundry

“Do you need anything washed for the week?”

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His hands are warm, strong, thrumming with their own soft energy

“I can’t wait to hold you again; come home.”

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His hands hold me and I am home.

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