My entire life (or as long back as I can remember someone mentioning it to me) I have had cold hands. I mention it today, because it is -20 degrees and it makes sense that I'm struggling to get the circulation in my fingers going.
All the same, doesn't seem to matter the weather, or if I'm doing a high impact work out, or just snuggled up under warm blankets they are cold.
So happy for cold hands. Never really understood what it meant, and I don't know a single person who has given me a meaning that makes any sense what so-ever. Most people don't question it, they just smile and say, oh that is so nice. Me I have to find meaning in pretty much everything.
To me it means - people care enough to reach out to me to hold my cold, pasty hands. And more importantly, when they don't let go, I am warmed to my very soul. In that small little gesture, it touches my heart more than my face, or hands could ever express.
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