Day 55: Holding Hands

The first time you held someone’s hand.

I literally have no memory the first person's hand I ever held. It was probably my mom's. 

But I remember the first time my husband and I held hands. I know a lot of my posts are about him but, like, I'm married to the guy? So deal with it.

Mike and I started dating in April of 2011. On our very first date, we went and got pizza, we met both groups of friends at separate bars and got really drunk and made out in front of his friends at a club. We held hands the whole way home.

There's this sense of giddiness when you start dating someone new and that's a feeling you want to hold onto forever. I was cautious and nervous and excited to be in this new relationship because I had had a string of weird to bad relationships prior to this. He's definitely weird and he still is but it has never been bad. 

I'd hold his hands forever.