Hand Holder

It’s an incredible feeling to have Lake holding my hand. He lifts his hand up and waits for you to curl your fingers inside his. So heartwarmingly sweet. I can’t vouch for the whole day, but holding hands with Lake this morning as we walked around the neighborhood in the snow… those were perfect moments. The imprint of his hand and that feeling stayed with me and carried me through the rest of my day at work. Lake, Michael, I’m glad I spent the morning with you.

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