Kerfuffle of hands

My husband and I went for a walk. Once we got into our rhythm, we moved to clasp hands. Mine went on top, his underneath – but that's not how we usually do it. We adjusted to the 'right' way and went on. However, it did make me hyper-aware of the act of holding hands. It reminded me that when I was younger, before the experience of boyfriends, I thought the height of romance was holding hands with the fingers intertwined. I fantasised about when would be the perfect moment to slip my fingers between his in a gesture of exclusivity.

Now I'm lucky. I'm in a marriage where that's the 'right' way, probably because we've been holding hands that way for almost fifteen years. This kerfuffle of hands also got me noticing other couples, those who were or weren't holding hands. I feel very appreciative to be in a state in our relationship where we hold hands when we go for a walk. Earlier this year, that may not have been the case. Now, instead of obsessing over the significance of what type of hand hold we'll have, like in high school, I'm grateful for the act of joining hands.