my name is annie. i'm an awkward person. i like people who make me smile. i'm not perfect, but i've learned from my mistakes. my favorite color is blue and i enjoy long car rides. i'm usually cold. i like night time much more than day time. i love my friends. i'm afraid of heights and open water. i love to read. i love to lay in the sun. my babies are my dogs. i have secrets. but who doesn't?

27th February 2012

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I feel like people have forgotten the importance and intimacy of holding hands. I pass people on the street whose fingers are intertwined, but there’s no real strength behind it. Personally, my hands are everything. They helped me learn to crawl. They learned how to feed me. They caught me when I fell. They dug through the dirt and mud when I was amazed by the things hidden in the earth. The brushed my dolls’ hair and pushed Hot Wheels all around the house. They played catch with my dogs and affectionately ran through their fur. They learned to write. They learned how to play piano and produce beautiful melodies. They supported my body in gymnastics and others’ in cheerleading. They learned how to spin color guard equipment. They supported my friends when they were in trouble and wiped away their tears when they cried. They learned to cook. They drew pictures. They’ve worked. They speak a language that can only be spoken through them. They hold my friends and family close to my heart and applaud their greatest accomplishments. They’ve said hello to those who are new in my life and have let go of those that could no longer remain. In some tomorrow, they will wear the ring that says ‘I do’ and will hold the baby that will need their support just as much as I have. They do these things every day and will continue to do them my entire life. So when you hold my hand, you’re not just holding another part of my body. They’re my entire life. And in that moment I hope that you’ll hold it with strength and keep it safe.

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