Hearts Resting Safely In Willing Hands…

I once heard a wedding vow that gave me pause …it was:

“For as long as you want me… I’m yours.”
― Kahlen Aymes

At first, it sounded simple. Almost casual.

But the more I sat with it, the more it settled over me like still water, calm, clear, undisturbed.

It didn’t feel uncertain.

It felt peaceful.

What I heard was not a promise strained by forever (or else)… but a heart resting safely in willing hands.

It reminded me of the Irish Claddagh ring my mom gave to me— two hands gently holding a heart. Not gripping. Not claiming. Just holding.

That image carries its own quiet wisdom.

Hands that hold a heart must remain open.

A heart that is held must be freely given.

And the holding continues only as long as both choose the tenderness of that exchange.

There is no force in it.

No possession.

Only trust.

As long as you want to hold my heart… it is yours to hold.

There is something deeply calming in that.

Love becomes less about securing permanence by contract and more about honoring presence. Less about binding someone to you and more about resting in the care they willingly offer.

The heart is not taken.

It is entrusted.

And perhaps the deepest comfort of all is this:

A heart that is freely held is held with intention.

With awareness.

With care renewed again and again — not assumed, not owed, not required.

Just chosen.

And there is a quiet dignity in being chosen… and in choosing to remain gently, faithfully held.

This is my vow to the one who holds my heart.. on the day after Valentines Day and forever more.

“For as long you want me….I’m yours”