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Once at an office party, I overheard a woman tell my wife, “Oh my gosh, you have the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen.”
And indeed she does.
Long, elegant fingers. Perfectly shaped nails. Tanned skin. My wife’s hands are among her best features.
There is a 20-year-old photograph on my desk of her cradling her face in her hands – showing off her engagement ring. The sun is splashing across her face. She is smiling. It’s an honest, eyes-closed smile that she shares with her father.
A few months after that photograph was taken, we were married in an early morning ceremony at Signal Point, surrounded by a few close friends, family and a Baptist preacher that we barely knew.