There is nothing more delightful than holding her hand. To me, holding Marilyn’s hand brings unparalleled joy. I have never grown tired of her. This feeling began in middle school. People always teased us when we held hands and walked to the Roosevelt High School cafeteria together. Even 70 years later, we still do it. As I write this, I’m holding back tears.

Love often starts with holding hands. That first moment of holding hands can lead to a lifelong bond, and if that joy remains even after 70 years, it truly deserves respect. Holding hands is holding onto love, constantly reaffirming that your feelings haven’t changed.

love, joy, hands