Today I am joining joining the Five Minute Friday blogging community. We write for five minutes on the same writing prompt, and then we gather at Kate Motaung's blog to share our words. It is quick and simple blogging, no over-thinking, no strict editing. This week the prompt is: Hold.
Not quite two years. That is how long Will and I had as a young married couple to walk together holding hands. At first it took us some practice to get in step with one another. One person would walk a bit fast or have too long of a stride. But soon we learned to walk together hand in hand. It became second nature, and we could immediately fall in stride with each other. Hand in hand.
Until ten years ago. Ten years ago I could no longer go for long walks. I became so sick that I soon became primarily homebound. Holding hands while walking became a thing of the past, and we bought a wheelchair to make getting out of the house a little easier for me.
I love getting out of the house with my husband whenever I am able, but it has been ten years since we have gone for a walk hand in hand. Usually I don’t think about it because it has become so normal to go out in a wheelchair. And then every once in a while I remember what it used to be like. There is a twinge of sadness. I miss holding Will’s hand while we walk.
But the sadness doesn’t stay for long. Will may not be able to hold my hand on a walk, but for nearly twelve years he has held fast to me as his wife. In sickness and in more sickness. He holds on. He stays by my side. It is a beautiful thing.
Photo Credit: Darin11111
Photo Credit: Darin11111