Hands

Look at your hands....what story do they tell? Maybe if I get up the nerve I'll post a picture of mine....I have very small fingers (I can wear kid gloves) and bright pinkish red fingernails (OPI Dutch Tulips)....Are your hands well groomed or are they gruff? Are they soft or rough? Smooth or callused? Hands serve such wonderful purpose.....holding hands, caressing a face, covering a cough, patching up a boo boo, writing a poem...they are true ambassadors to others....

Are there hands you remember? I remember my Mom's hands from my childhood. They were usually wet from working in the kitchen. Her hands haven't changed much -- I still look at them sometimes and remember her cutting my hair, or helping me make cookies or sewing flags for band camp....She has strong hands but they are very dry....Her fingers are tiny and her nails perfect. She doesn't have to 'work at them' either......That is my MOM!

I remember holding my little niece's hand in ICU...praying for her to be better....
I remember my soon to be husband holding my hands on a bus leaving a Cincinnati Red's game
I remember my sister teaching me hand positions on the flute....
I remember my dad ciphoning gasoline out of his car for the lawnmower...holding tightly to the plastic tubing....
I remember...lots of hands... they are a wonderful thing....

I look at my hands...and wonder what story they tell.

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Remember: Only you will ever know your own heart