"Holding hands is a promise to one another that, for just a moment, the two of you don't have to face the world alone."
My hands are the story of my life. When I look at them, I see my age (hands don't lie)..my years of labor and love, my years of loss and success. They are the story of my life, my life as a maker who uses her hands to create, yet also the hands that have raised and loved the large family that I get to call my own.
When I look at her sweet little hand, I see all that she has before her. Hands untouched, but ready to learn all that life has to give and teach her...so much to embrace.
Lives intertwined by hands, giving and receiving. ❤️
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Have a wonderful weekend in your corner of the world!