One thing that I love in life is holding hands. I still remember the night that Brian first held my hand. It was at the Terelli's on Greenville. That was a really magical night for me and the night I knew I had really fallen in love for the first time. I knew my life would never be the same. With my boys, I savor the feel of their little hands in mine every time they reach out and grab my hand. They are getting older and I never know when they might feel like have out grown "holding mama's hand".
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