Recently I noticed my hands...
They are not the once young hands that twirled a baton or clasped my high school sweethearts hand. Looking back at my wedding pictures of my wedding ring, my hands were young and waiting to grasp life and all it had to offer.
My hands lovingly held each of my babies, did dishes, mowed the yard and brushed hair. They gave baths, cleaned up messes and reached out to give big, long hugs.
My hands now reach out too quickly to hug my teenage son and daughter when they want it (not quite as often as this Momma would like) and they lovingly reach out to comfort a loved one. They now quickly type, hold paintbrushes, scissors and needle to create artwork that is dear to my heart.
And I am blessed that I still reach out to hold my high school sweethearts hands that have grown old with me. I am so thankful to God for giving me my hands. They are no longer the gorgeous hands of youth they are beautiful time-worn hands.
Wishing you a beautiful day, sweet friends.