Monday, May 4, 2009
My Husband's Hands
~I love my husband's hands. Hands are one of the first features I notice in a person. Hands and their eyes. I appreciate good hands. Not hands that are beautiful in a worldly way, but hands that are strong and gentle. My husband has strong and manly hands. The hands of the man I fell in love with. Kind hands that cradled our babies, changed their diapers ( yes! he changed their diapers ) cooks for me for the joy of cooking, removed splinters from myself and our children with a gentleness I never possessed. He built our home, built the outbuildings, built animal pens and dovecotes just for me. His hands planted and prune our orchard and gardens. His hands tend the bees. His hands care for me when I am sick. I love the touch of his hands. ~My husband was away for the weekend and as I took Sunday to just enjoy our home, the home my husband built, I became especially grateful for the many things around our home he has made, built, and tended with his hands, and his heart. I am thankful. I love him.