his hands.

This picture reminds me of a poem that was read by the priest during a very tender moment during our Engaged Encounter (Catholic marriage preparation weekend) in Santa Barbara.

These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and vibrant with love,
that are holding yours on your wedding day, as he promises to love you all the
days of his life.
These are the hands that will work along side yours, as together you build your
future, as you laugh and cry, as you share your innermost secrets and dreams.
These are the hands you will place with expectant joy against your stomach, until
he too, feels his child stir within you.
These are the hands that look so large and strong, yet will be so gentle as he
holds your baby for the first time.
These are the hands that will work long hours for you and your new family.
These are that hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the
years, for a lifetime of happiness.
These are the hands that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes: tears
of sorrow and tears of joy.
These are the hands that will comfort you in illness, and hold you when fear or
grief wrack your mind.
These are the hands that will tenderly lift your chin and brush your cheek as they
raise your face to look into his eyes: eyes that are filled completely with his
overwhelming love and desire for you.

Hearing that poem again still brings tears to my eyes 🙂


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