I squeezed her hand anyway. Every time I sat down in that chair, I squeezed her hand three times. That meant “I love you”. Maggs knew that. Throughout our dating and married life, three squeezes of any kind always meant “I love you”. And the person getting squeezed squeezed back either two or four times. Two squeezes meant “Me too” and four, “I love you too”.
I smiled as I read this in a novel I recently finished; Niel and I do this exact thing with each other. And it seemed the perfect description of our silent love gestures.
Do you and your certain someone do the “three squeeze hand hug”, too? Or have any other special things like that?
Don’t forget to squeeze your loved one today…
