Up until Thursday morning, while my husband was holding me, I had no idea what Monday’s blog was going to be about. I even told him while he was holding me that I had no clue what to write about. I was a bit stressed about it if I’m going to be honest. And then I thought about all the times he holds me and how that makes me feel. I thought why not make that my post.
There are so many different reasons why he holds me. Some good some sad. I can remember the times when he held me when we were going through our miscarriages. My husband held me while I cried and did his best to assure me that everything would be okay. It eventually was, but at the time, his holding me was the best and sometimes the only comfort I had. Then there was the time when my mom died. I remember my husband holding me tight in his arms while I cried, missing my mom something terrible. That pain was awful, but my husband was there ready to hold me and comfort me.
Then there are the times we are sitting on the couch watching TV. I love it when he holds me while we watch TV. I know it’s not all that big of a deal, but at the same time it is. When I’m stressed about something or nervous he’s right there ready to hold me. When I’m ready to break down or I’m exhausted he’s there holding me. There is something very comforting about my husbands arms and having them around me.
His arms make me feel loved. They make me feel safe. They remind me that I am his and he is mine. Being held by my husband, I think is pretty safe to say, my favorite place to be. It means I am with the man I love, being loved, being kept safe. And hearing whispers in my ear from his voice saying “I love you.”
Kathleen Smith is an indie Author, blogger and she has her own podcast Kathleen’s Korner. You can read or listen about her life in Brooklyn and Upstate NY . You can also either read or listen to her personal story of how she and her husband kept their marriage together through 3 miscarriages in Miscarriages My Story