I have a thing about hands as I said. They are the expression of your life so today I thought I would use a little photo-journaling to write about hands. One of my favorite pictures is of my mom and dad's hands shortly before he died. My computer is being stubborn today so I can't share it with you. But let me tell you about them. These are the hands that disciplined me as a child, that calmed the savage beast when night terrors would awaken me....and them ....in the middle of the night. These are the hands I held to cross the street when I was little....and they were old. The top picture are the hands of an expectant mother. Her hands are sharing the new baby items she will use for this first baby. She is excited and so are her hands as they feel all the baby softness of the clothes, the toys, the blankets. Hands feel secure and welcoming.
The hands of a grandfather holding his first grandchild for the very first time. These hands are eager to touch something so soft and sweet. This is the first child of his only child. The hands touch the hair, the face. Hands are excited. The other hands are the hands of a mother, her daughter, and her god daughter raising their hands in Christmas cheer with eggnog. These hands are enjoying friendship and family.