This photo on Barack Obama's Facebook page almost made me cry.
No, this isn't some liberal mumbo jumbo. I just can't remember the last time my husband and I held hands.
Scratch that. I can't remember the last time we held hands with each other.
We are usually on either side of our daughter, each one holding her hands to make a family chain.
It's a perfect front of family harmony. I'm all to aware that she won't be holding our hands much longer -- on our trip to see Yo Gabba Gabba! in concert last week, she wanted to hold her babysitter's hand, not mine.
But there's something so poignant about the President and Mrs. Obama's fingers draped oh so lightly across one another's that makes me yearn just as much for the days when the hand in mine wasn't slightly sticky.
It's a major feminist no-no to admit this, but what I've always loved about my husband is that he's bigger than me.
When we were dating and held hands frequently, my hands -- which are relatively large for a woman's -- were engulfed in his man paws.
And I felt safe.
Screw sex. It was all about comfort and security. Ever notice you start eating more when you're in a relationship because you're comfortable? It's the same concept, only this one didn't make me muffin top in my favorite jeans.
I don't agree with everything president does (really, it's called free thinking -- even liberal people do it), but I'd give anything to be in Michelle's shoes.
Do you still hold hands?
Image via Barack Obama Facebook (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)