I fell in love with my husbands hands before the rest of him. I’d been around computer geeks for so long. They’re hands are soft, sensitive. I have a thing for hands just as some women have things for eyes or chests or butts. /smile My ‘thing’ was hands. I try to picture myself tucked into the crevice that’s made when laying down, that little pocket between the chest and the elbow, with strong hands pressed at my side. It is their security I suppose that I’m attracted to. When I met my husband it was the first thing I looked at before I looked at his shoes (yes, I was vain) and from the moment his nail bitten calloused fingers twined within my lithe little limbs, I was in love.
His hands are old hands. They’re tainted blue and black from the ink of newspapers, calloused from years of playing a beaten acoustic guitar, nails bitten to the quick from deep concentration and the passage of thoughts. They’re large and square, rough and worn down. They’re hard working and secure and… safe. I never doubted for a moment after seeing those large hands pressed against mine that I would have to be afraid anymore. I never doubted that he would always take care of me and be a steady foundation for my family. I never doubted he would work hard, as he always had, but have the time to show us beautiful things. Those hands played a song on an old guitar the first day we saw each other again, his voice rough though steady as he sang to me what would become our song all these years. I watched his hands, these tough old hands playing the softest notes and I loved him. I love him still.
I was thinking of his hands this evening. Thinking of them hard at work printing the Wallstreet Journal for it’s millions of readers, possibly even you. I was thinking of them being dyed their blue and black tones that never can be scrubbed from under brittle nails. I was thinking of them scratching his head, smoking a cigarette, txting me: “I love you.” Remembering how I fell in love with them, and him, and a sexy pair of sneakers.
What is something that you love about your spouse/partner that always makes you smile?