Still Dreaming

"Just a boy,

Just an ordinary boy.

But he was looking to the sky.

And as he asked if I would come along

I started to realize 

That everyday he finds

Just what he's looking for,

Like a shooting star he shines.

He said take my hand,

Live while you can

Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand."

{Ordinary Day, Vanessa Carlton}

When I look at this photo

I don't see the smiling faces.

Or the pretty dress and dashing tuxedo.

Nope.

My favorite thing about this old photo is that hand.

HIS hand.

Holding tightly to mine.

That unrehearsed gesture cemented it all for me.

Spoke volumes.

To this day,

some thirty years later,

it only takes his hand on mine,

or on the small of my back in the middle of a crowd...

or my hand in his,

fingers laced,

late at night as we drift to sleep...

it only takes his hand

to comfort me,

to steady me.

Or to remind me

that in the midst of each ordinary day

we have all that we need.

We have our dreams held safely

in the palm of our hands.

Joining Kathy for

Song-ography