Holding Hands

Posted by Kelly on November 19, 2010 in Life, Starr | 8 comments

Starr was a very affectionate child.

Always a cuddler, she was more comfortable in my lap, in my arms, leaning against me or holding my hand. I loved each and every second of it.

She would hold my hand in public places until she was about 12, when she announced that she wouldn’t be holding my hand any longer. I respected it. I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

It was about 4 months after she made that declaration that we were shopping at the local mall and she kept reaching for and holding my hand. I smiled and let it happen. We would separate and then she would be reaching for me again. She was holding my hand more often than not. I was aware of it and didn’t reach for her or instigate it, she was reaching for me. Repeatedly. I savored it, because I knew that this sort of thing wouldn’t last.

I was right and that was the last time she really held my hand in public. We’ve talked about and laughed about that day many times over the years.

The truth is, she really likes me…and I love her…yanno…just a little bit!