dear emily,
hans and i were driving home from a father's dinner at my brother's new
house. i had on shorts and he (my husband, not my brother) had his hand
on my leg ( i know, TMI.) he would lift his hand and then put it down. . .
lift it, replace it, etc.
i couldn't help but think about every night, when he does the same thing.
just as i'm drifting off into a sweet dream, he lifts his hand, then replaces
it, and BOOM! i'm wide awake. the fourth time, he gets my elbow.
so, as we're driving along, i said, "would you like to know the secret to
happiness?"
that got his attention.
"if you would hold your hand still, it could stay a lot longer on my leg."
" . . . but it stops feeling like skin if i don't move it."
i give up,
lea
"again i say unto you, if any two of you agree on earth as TOUCHING
anything they shall ask, it shall be done for them by my Father in
heaven." matthew 18:19
