A Good Man's Hands

So this is a picture that Michaela took of Mike's hands. These hands are my favorite part of his body...I'm not kidding. I can sit and stare at these hands for hours. This is what I think of:

These are the hands that opened the door for me on our first date. The hands that gave me a ring. The hands that wear my ring showing the world that we are together forever. These hands joined mine on the alter of God. These hands hold me tight when we dance as if we are the only people in the room.

These hands touched my belly whether it was with my second, third, fourth or fifth child as if it was the very first. These hands held my babies, nieces and nephews with a love and strength that showed them he would always be there. These hands never accepted charity when they could work twice as hard to provide for our family. These hands show signs of hard work and age.....but everytime I look at them I think of another reason why I love them. A simple touch from these hands truly tell me that I am loved and that I will never be alone.

My hope is that all of you find a pair of hands like these. Hands that will always pick you up when you are down, hold you when you need to feel love. Hands that will never show you pain. For the men in my life, Joshuah, Kenneth and Dustin..I hope you use your hands in the same way to make everyone around you feel special. (I know you will)

So this is just a few reasons why I love these hands.

2-T