Hands were created for holding

We went to a movie this weekend.  The one place we always hold hands.  Sometimes we hold hands as we fall asleep (at night in bed, not at the movie).  Looking at the beautiful photo above, I have the feeling God held our hand in the womb.  Charlie holds my hand more lightly since arthritis has taken its toll.  I'm filled with gratitude as my fingers come across the calluses he's earned as our provider over the years.  And then there's the whole wonder of our unique fingerprints . . .