Suzi and I were recently walking hand-in-hand along a narrow passage way to the parking lot at the St Georges Hospital. Coming up from behind us, at a brisk was a young woman, so we stepped aside to let he pass.
"No please carry on," she said remaining where she was. "I am really enjoying this," she continued, "I only wish that when I get to such a good age that my husband still holds my hand."
We smiled at her and continued walking. When we climbed into our car we looked at each other and burst out laughing. We had never thought of ourselves as having reached a "good age".
Soon after we had met Suzi and I were at a party and were standing together holding hands, when a friend came up and told us that when we were married as long as she was we would stop holding hands. When we asked her how long she had been married, she replied, "Six months."
That was just over 33 years ago. I guess some things never change and when we get to an even better age we will still be holding hands.
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At least she didn't use the word "old age". Then she would have been in trouble.
Well, I hope we would also still be holding hands when we get to a good age.
I'm not to that good age yet, I suppose, but, I have been married for 12yrs now and we still hold hands. That's one thing I think never gets old. Have a great day.
How funny! Just another memory to share, right?
I love this post. Reading it was a great way to start my day. Thank you!
A great story - thank you.
any age is a good age to hold hands!
Max-e this is such a nice story yet funny. God Bless you, and I hope to get to this age too, lol, one day with my husband holding my hand, or trying to hold me back, I guess it is not easy since I do all the bird chasing around. Anna :) PS Now that you came back full force, I fell behind with my blogging.
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