Holding Hands
Here’s a couple of questions for ya: Can the simple act of holding hands avert a disaster of epic proportions? Does the gentle touch of a loved one make everything right with the universe?
Well, it’s like this…
Many moons ago (and, I suppose, many suns ago, as well) back when I was first datin’ the future Mrs. MZM, we attended this really big church here in Houston. And it quickly became our custom to meet in the church lobby before finding a seat in the main sanctuary.
(You know how it is with Singles in church, don’cha? All we had to do was walk into church one time, holding hands, and speculation of our assumed marriage probably reached Iceland by the time we found our seats. I’m just sayin’.)
Anyway, I recall this one particular Sunday morning when I was a running a mite late. As a result, I didn’t get to meet my sweetheart as usual before the service. The choir had already taken their places, the preachers were sitting up there on the dias, and the service was just about to begin. An emotional earthquake loomed large.
The thing was, with over 4,000 seats in the place (hey, it’s a BIG church!), findin’ her wasn’t going to be easy – even if I had a clue where she might be. Not only that, but I now had, like, 30 seconds to search the entire space before I had to sit down (or get escorted out by the Deacons for disrupting the service).
It felt like a disaster of, well, you know, epic proportions. I mean, what was I to do? I just about had a conniption (which is sorta like a hissy fit, only more, uh, manly)!
Then – (sound of angels singing a Heavenly chorus) our eyes suddenly met – clean across the auditorium! It was like those silly romance movies where the man and woman spot each other across a field – their eyes meet – they open their arms in joy – they run, closing the gap – finally joining together in the Greatest Embrace of All Time.
Yeah, it was like that.
In fact (as she explained later), she experienced almost the exact same feelings things I had – near panic at not being able to find each me! I’ll tell ya folks; as far as I was concerned, that was a defining moment in our relationship, and I knew we had something special goin’ on.
The fact is, when you’re in love with someone, there’s just something about holding hands that’s, I don’t know, right. Like that one stroke of the artist’s brush that magically turns an ordinary painting into a masterpiece.
And with Mrs. MZM and me, it’s been the same for more than 26 years; whenever we’re together, you’ll still find us holding hands.
Hey, it’s only right.
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Photo credit: Holding Hands, by nic snell
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What a lovely story – just lovely. You two were clearly MFEO.
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Oh Robert, my heart is singing. You and the Mrs are truly a perfect match. What a beautiful love story you two are writing.
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Robert,
what a beautiful love story!
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@Joanna – Hey, that was KOYTSS (“Kind Of You To Say So”), Joanna. Needless to say, I agree with you wholeheartedly!
@Karen – Hey, I like that – a love story we’re writing. So poetic – and true!
@Ulla – Thanks, Ulla.
Howdy Bubba, long time no see (all my fault)! That story literally brought a tear to my eye; thank you! You sure can write good!
Cheers,
Mike
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Hey, no worries, Bubba! I knew you were busy and all. Thanks for takin’ the time to drop by though, and for the complement.
Hi Robert<
Wow….talk about romantic! Talk about getting a heart smile out of me as you shared such an event with me…..I am honored to know you and may that always keep expanding for the both of you. Tender and touching with a little humor too…aww…some. I love your style!
The first time I held hands with my husband was a very defining moment for us… (he was my first boyfriend and that probably had something to do with it) but it was so special, an outward sign to the rest of the world that we were special to one another. I love holding hands still today.
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I agree with the others.
A very touching and moving story – made all the more meaningful by the proof that you guys were meant to spend a lifetime together.
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Hi, Robert. This is a great story. Your telling of it inspired the response that draws me in to a good love story–it made me laugh out loud. My favorite love stories, (see The Mirror has Two Faces starring Barbara Streisand), include the warmth, the moments of doubt, the laughter and the joyous, lovely resolution. You put it all in here. It was a delight to read!
Thank you,
Shari
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Why thank you, Shari! I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was a traumatic moment to live, though! :-O
@Diane – You’re too kind, Diane. Hey, it’s all true – I am very much in love with Mrs. MZM; always have been, in fact, from the moment I set eyes on her.
@Vanessa – Good for you! I think that’s one way to always keep the communication flowing between you; if you ain’t touchin’, you ain’t talkin’.
@Andrew – Absolutely true! And I can’t wait to see what the future holds, too.
I remember the first time my husband took my hand (it was while watching a movie). And I remember the minutes before he reached over to hold my hand – I was thinking “Please, hold my hand. Just hold my hand. Please hold my hand…” And he did. First date, and I was already so crazy about him.
Thank you for this post!
you and the mrs are my hand holding heroes
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What a good post, very romantic! Right in time for Valentines Day.
Robert, I love this entry. Oct. 9, 1982 for Carol and me. What for you and Mrs. MZM, has to be somewhere around there? And the feelings are very much the same. Musta been something in the air about then.
But I have a question: were you wearing the hat?
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@Jennifer – Is it a common occurrence that you just know when it’s the right person? It certainly was that way for me!
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@Karen – Sorry; didn’t know! I’ll try to give you a head’s up next time…
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@Conrad – May 1 for us. And no, I wasn’t wearing the hat at the time. Actually, we joke about how I was such a “snappy dresser” back then. ‘Course, the quote marks indicate the irony – I was the biggest geek you ever saw! Luckily I was teachable… :-\
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oh goodness robert, please don’t apologize …it was a very very good cry!
It’s time holding our hands altogether and “Let Our Violence End (L.O.V.E.)”, Robert.
Love is beyond words. All that wealth in the world does not matte if there is no love left in your life. Happiness comes with sharing and holding each others hands.