In safe hands.

I have never been one for PDA aka Public Displays of Affection, I find it, unnecessary. In saying that I don't judge the people that do decide to have a little more than a bum squeeze in public, good on you for being in love & open. I, personally prefer to keep the OVER affection in the FUNGEON! (Refer to the movie "Wreck it Ralph").

But after a beautiful date with my husband tonight, I noticed something that I have never really noticed before, my husbands hands!

When we're in the car, we hold hands. When we sit on the couch, we hold hands. When we're out shopping, we hold hands. When we pray, we hold hands. When we're in the temple, we hold hands.

After having a look at them through my 'Wife' eyes i.e noticing the patch of oil he missed from riding the postie bike or even upon closer inspection his uneven nails that need to be filed down to an appropriate length & shape. I saw small scars, little cuts & rough knuckles. I could say he needs to apply the hand cream I bought him ( Yes, I bought him hand cream), but I couldn't help but think of the story that's behind my husbands hands.

He works as a postie, he sorts mail at 5:30 every morning & delivers it all until 3 in the afternoon. After the lifting of heavy boxes full of mail, he comes home, sits on the floor, he then cuddles & plays around with Titan, our little puppy, with his rough knuckled hands.

My husband then gets up & does whatever housework he feels needs to be done, I clean the house but my husband is a clean freak & if you know me, you will know that I just like order, not particularly CLEAN order, just order lol So he vacuums, washes dishes, folds our laundry & makes our bed, with his large palmed hands.

He will come upstairs have his shower & wash off the days hard work. He shaves in the sink, his little stubble that I hate & then cleans the sink, with his freshly washed hands.

He will make our dinner, cut & chop, roast & marinate. He will dish & serve, pray & eat all with his skilful hands.

My husband hands have never held a child of our own, but he clasps them together when he prays to be blessed with one.

When my husbands hands touch something, it doesn't turn to gold, it turns into a problem solved.

My husbands hands are not the smoothest & they have been put to work, but I know that my husbands hands are strong enough to give a blessing, they're gentle enough to comfort me & they're big enough to fit over mine, so I always know I'm in safe hands.

Hold a hand, Use some hand cream & Don't forget to pray!

T x