Holding hands...

I like to fall asleep holding my hubby's hand. Yes, his hand. Unless I am feeling rather insecure, cold or needy, I'm not a huge cuddler. But, falling asleep holding his hand is...comforting. Makes me think of us sixty years from now...holding hands as we drift off to sleep in our posturepedic bed. Me with my bad hip, back and arthritic hands. Him still strong and handsome as ever...holding my gnarled digits gently in his. I'm sure I'll think back to today, and still be grateful to be holding the hand of the man whose hand I want to hold for the rest of my life.