Marriage & Life Partners · Sex & Sexuality

V-Day Closeup: His Hands

It was a year before I noticed his hands were sexy. He was just the nice guy who worked down the hall, and until a friend mentioned his hands, I’m not sure I had ever even looked at them. Then I looked at them, looked at him—really looked at him.

Heart be still, they were strong-looking hands, capable and sturdy but almost pretty. Just looking at them I got that feeling, the deep-down butterfly feeling, but in a sexy, grown-up, stirring-of-the-loins kind of way. I imagined his hands and their prowess for the first time, and it shocked the heck out of me.  I had talked to him a million times before, passed by his office and popped my head in to say hello, without a thought. Had I ever touched those hands? I couldn’t remember, but once I did, it was all over.

My body and I got to know his hands and my heart and head got to know his, and two years later we were married. I now know those hands quite well, and they still delight me.  They put gas in my car without me knowing, they built me a house, they wash my dishes, they rub my aching feet (and head and back), they move our daughter’s belongings (many times) as she leaves our nest, they help my parents carry their luggage, they alone held our dog as he took his last breath because I simply could not. Those hands are so much more than I could have ever dreamed they would be.

I know too, those hands will steady me as I begin to get a little uneasy on my feet. They will get medicine for me and reach out for my hand when all we can do is sit next to each other. This Valentine’s Day they will probably pull my face in for a kiss and remind me of the younger hands and how we first got acquainted. I’ll swoon as I always have, and if I’m lucky, as I always will.


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  • Marnie Marquardt February 18, 2011 at 10:43 pm

    I loved this! Thanks for sending the link to me. You are a great writer. Now I have to look at Bill’s hands discreetly the next time I see him….hee, hee!

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  • Jeanine February 17, 2011 at 2:14 pm

    Who needs a romance novel? Not you, you live in one! What an awesome way to spend your days, with an adoring husband who is adored by his wife. Love always, J9

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  • b.elliott February 15, 2011 at 2:22 pm

    I, too, am a hands woman. If I didn’t like a guy’s hands, the relationship had a very short expiration date. This is a beautiful tribute to a wonderful husband, who is very lucky to have a wife who appreciates him so!

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  • Michelle February 14, 2011 at 5:22 pm

    What a beautiful recount of how something so overlooked can literally change and direct and protect our future. I think I will look a little closer at my husbands hands tonight…and remember!

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  • pamela February 14, 2011 at 11:52 am

    loved the article. such a good writer, wife and mother! and a good friend.
    funny, i do not think of her as an empty nester at all as described. her nest is full!

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  • bronwyn February 14, 2011 at 9:48 am

    Jeanette – This was beautiful.

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  • Felicity February 13, 2011 at 1:16 am

    Dearest Jeanette, this is such a beautifully written tribute to your husband and I thank you for sharing it.

    Felicity x

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