I'd be lying if I said I didn't notice everything about her the moment she walked in the room. She has presence unlike anyone I've ever known. Her hands moving as passionately as she spoke. We didn't speak, but I knew she'd be part of my life.
Who knew being stood up would be the best thing to happen to me? I can imagine Stevie's surprise at the random text from me; I'm beyond thrilled she answered. But really, who could resist Yo girl what you up to? I showed up at her house and was struck again by everything about her. Conversation was so easy. The more she talked the more animated she became. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own; in constant movement.
Things between us changed, but her hands remained the same. Until they weren't. It was our second date. We were walking to the restaurant, she took my hand in hers and everything changed. She probably thought I was uncomfortable, but the truth is, her palm touched mine and I saw our entire life together. It was so rom com-y it stopped me in my tracks. Suddenly I couldn't imagine walking anywhere without her hand cradling mine. That night I paid special attention to her hands. I noticed every line, every crack and every mark on her skin.
I wonder what a wedding band would look like on her finger. I wonder if our children will have her hands, slender and beautiful, or will they just have her mannerisms? I wonder if the bass lessons will give her calluses like mine. I wonder if when we are eighty our hands will still fit, or will arthritis make it impossible for our palms to meet? She uses her hands to tell a story. I can't wait to see how they interpret ours.
