They walk very slowly up the aisle of the church, wrinkled hands clasped, and take their places together every week, front and center. Always together, softly swaying to the music, lifting hands in prayer, never letting go with the other set of hands. They are one. When the music turns lively, their hands swing together to the beat and the man’s feet start a little jig.....
Read More'm very excited to be able to offer you this book as a free gift of appreciation! Holding Hands: essays on love and family, is a short compilation of favorite essays from my years of blogging at Renaissance Mama. This is a collection that celebrates love and family. I hope that you enjoy it.
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