I miss the simpleness of just having my hand held. My boys are "too old" to hold my hand when we cross the street, or go thru a parking lot. And as much as I love the feeling of my boys hands in mine, that isn't exactly what I'm missing the most.
I love the simpleness of being touched by another. Having his hand in mine, holding me. The way his fingers would lock into mine, intertwining himself into mine. The unspoken promises of something to come. A simple touch of being touched.... how wonderful is that?