Sunday, August 8, 2010
My Mother's Hands
As I was feeding Nina her bottle, she was playing with my fingers. As I observed her, I thought about my mom's hands and how well I know them. I know every vessel running over the top, each fingernail, the tan skin. I thought "no wonder I know them so well - I have studied them since I was a baby!" Those hands have made lots of cookies, braided lots of hair, and held many little hands. We love you Mom and Grandma!
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Katy....after reading this post, you now need to write about your mother's tears.....cause that's what I have right now. I can feel and picture Grandma's hands just as you can mine. Isn't it wonderful to know Nina will do the same with your hands. I love you very much. God bless our mother-hands! :)
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