A simple expression of affection.
Often done out of love and the simple human need for touch of some kind that connects us in more ways than one. I still get a rush when he takes my hand in his. When he squeezes it, I know he is thinking "love you".
But once again, I have been left husbandless. He was only home for three days and was called away again. Such is the price I pay for being married to such an important man. The world can't seem to manage without him. But I guess I have to, some how.
Here today, it was a gorgeous clear day. I headed out with my camera. After driving around a while through Maple Ridges farm areas, I ended up down near the marina at the end of Reichenbach Rd. This is where the Allouette River empties into the Pitt River. Lots of boats and pretty shots to be had in this spot. But walking along the dyke there, only made me miss him more. If he were here he would be holding my hand.
It was fortunate that someone else had joined my expedition into the great outdoors today. I had invited someone special to join me on my wanderings. We walked along chatting and spotting optimum photo moments. On the way back to the car, I felt a warm soft hand take hold of mine and give me a little squeeze. We walked back along that last Kilometer hand in hand and feeling the love between us. I am glad that my huband understands my need of affection. He doesnt have any qualms about me having this person fill in for him when he is out of town. Even sharing my bed when he is away. Sleeping alone is for the birds. She may be 16, But my daughter is still a mommies girl. She takes full advantage of daddy being away and gets in as much hand holding and snuggle time as she can with me.
The sun was warm and the rocking of the dock was soothing. Heidi said it was like being in a cradle. I would have joined her on the boards but I would have probably fallen fast asleep!
Along the dykes are memorial benches. Families can buy them and have a plaque engraved upon it in rememberance of a loved one. Some of the plaques are to touching they bring a tear to your eye. We passed this bench on our walk. The flowers must have been brought for this persons birthday on the 18th. This bench faces the river and the mountains. You can sort of see the view in the reflection on the plaque. Some loving hand had recently polished this small memorial, perhaps with a hanky damp with tears. Happy Birthday Pieter.