I love hands….
I believe hands tell such a story….
I wonder whose hands you envision when you think of hands? Is it that of a newborn or a newly engaged couple? Is it your mother or grandfather….do you think of hands that represent promise and life, or an image of hands just before death?
I wonder what is the story in your hands…I have been reflecting on the story my hands….(I don’t think they will be remembered for all the dishes washed)
In the coming days, I encourage you to start a conversation which goes something like this….
I have been thinking about hands lately and remember the hands of ______________. When I think of _____________hands, this is what I remember…..and with that story starter, enjoy the conversation and memories!
And I can’t help but remember as I reflect…the feeling of my hand in the mouth of the cow when we would visit the farm. It was such an amazing feeling to feel the roughness of the cows tongue. And so, as I wrap up tonight, I will also share a picture of that moment, that I can almost feel as if it was yesterday.