the way he holds us.

the way he holds us.

Sometimes (frequently, mind you), I catch a glimpse of him and I’m lost for a moment. I’m lost in memories of what first caught my heart up about him, then I move into the deeper, richer memories of what glues us together.

It’s the way he holds our babies.

Because it’s also the way that he first held me.




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