You aren’t looking very closely. I see evidence of so much more.
I see lady power.
I see the instruments of a reassuring squeeze.
I see straight-up confidence.
I see youthful shields for telling secrets.
I see honesty.
You might see a display of rings. I see memory prompts.
I see the excitement that held wedding bouquets.
I see a European travel sampler-platter.
I see gratitude.
I see weapons for card games, tools for choosing music.
You might see aging skin. I see what accompanies laugh lines.
I see once upon a time, hands that held your hair back for you.
I see bracing for each other’s children to fall as they learned to walk.
I see utensils for team grandma sauce.
I see holding each other in grief when needed.
I see cherished mementos.
You might see differences. I see what binds us.
I see carrying beach chairs and laughter.
I see encouragement and applause for clearing life hurdles.
I see pointing out craft fair finds.
I see petting fur babies who have come to and will eventually cross the rainbow bridge.
I see life-lines, anchors.
You might see the fantastic backdrop. I see the beauty in the foreground.
I see thoughtfulness.
I see less worry when these hands are present.
I see healthy, competitive spirits.
I see moms whose kids are catching up to us.
I see the space left for the one who couldn’t join us this time around.
I see gestures telling stories – may we keep on telling them.
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