Hands made for holding mine.

Back in September of last year Jack and I took Madi and her best friend, Carly, to Red River, New Mexico. We had such an amazing time that we were thoroughly depressed for weeks after returning home. Jack still says to me, at least once a week, “Let’s pack our bags and go back to Red River.” I just smile and say, “I wish”.

Anyway, I had big plans to share the story of our trip along with the pictures here on the blog. However, I got discouraged halfway through the 900 {just shy of 900} pictures that I took during our 4 day trip. So, I never finished going through the pictures and after a few months, I just simply forget about them

Well, today as I was editing some photos I took this morning, I noticed my Red River vacation photo album just setting there; lonely and beckoning for me to open it. So, I clicked on it and started reliving those four awesome days in New Mexico. Then, I found what was really beckoning me all along; a very symbolic and special photo.  A photo of Jack and I holding hands while hiking in the mountains of Red River…

It’s been an emotional roller coaster of a week for me {school issues, family issues, as well as friend issues have taken a bit of a toll on me} and unfortunately, Jack has been out of town on business travel all week. I’ve really needed him - his shoulder to lean on (and cry on), he’s hands to slip mine into and his big ol’ arms to hold me.

So, finding this picture - this reminder of who I am, of the life I have, of the love I cherish, somehow healed my aching heart. It’s like a promise to me that at the end of this long, trying week my husband - this wonderful man whose hands were made for holding mine, who loves me (my psycho emotions and all) will be home. He will slip his hand into mine and the worries of the week will be gone.

Geez Louise!  See what I mean?! Getting all sappy about this picture?? I’m seriously an emotional wreck this week! :p