There is no greater feeling than a small child’s hand in yours. Except maybe an older child’s hand in yours. Or maybe the hand of the love of your life in yours.
Holding hands with anyone is a great feeling. It is a connection to another person in a tangible way. It is a way of speeding up or slowing down and keeping up with someone else. It is–by far–the ONLY PDA (public display of affection) I want to see from anyone!
When I see people holding hands, my brain immediately says “Aww” and it makes me happy for them. My husband and I are not big hand holders, although we do when we’re out together (but I think mostly to keep me from speeding off ahead of him or wandering off).
I love (and have loved) holding my childrens’ and grandchildrens’ hands. It just makes me feel like I have a great responsibility, I have another person to take care of, I have someone depending on me. And they are (or have been) so very small. But they fit just perfectly in mine–as if they were designed to fit together.
So the next time you are with someone you love (don’t try this with strangers or you could be charged with kidnapping!), grab their hand and hang on. Pretty soon, they will relax and hold your hand back. And they will probably look at you and smile! Plus plus! It’s an unobtrusive way to show love in a pda (private display of affection–in all small letters because it isn’t screaming out for attention like the PDA!).
My husband always says that women love getting flowers, but they love getting flowers at work more so they can be the envy of all of their coworkers. The same holds true with hand holding. It is nice on your couch watching a movie, but it is better in public. What better way to scream “THIS PERSON LOVES ME!” than by holding their hand.