You are the one who took my hand and held it tightly as we walked away from our family, and towards our new life together. You held it as we drove thousands of miles away, as we set up our first home with only a jam box, a two man cot, a tv with vice pliers, and a card table from Gramma B. You held it through countless more moves and many more states on the east coast. You held my hand as we walked the infertility journey, and you held it when people thought we shouldn’t be together. You held it the day i told you that you could leave, and find another woman who could give you your own child. You held it during church, during prayer, our camp outs and in the boat. You held it sometimes at dinner and as we drove in the car to wherever we were going, in the Wal-Mart parking lot, and as we fell asleep so many nights. You held my hand when we decided to have “one more shot” at conception, and you held it as we fell asleep the night i told you i was pregnant. You held it through 20 hours of labor and every time i cussed, you squeezed it a little to remind me that you were right beside me. You held it on our way back to this place we fell in love. You have held my hand through laughter and tears, hormones and just because. You never let go. When you could have, and maybe even when you should have, you never let go. i am so grateful you didn’t. After 14 years and lots of living our lives together, i hope that when i am 90, you are still holding my hand. Happy Anniversary. i love you, now come hold my hand!
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