These are the hands that held me the day I was born, turned over multiplication cards over and over again when I had trouble with math, rubbed my back when I wasn't feeling well, tucked me in at night, comforted me when I didn't make the volleyball team, unpacked my boxes when I moved away to go to college and buttoned up my wedding dress. And now my daughter is holding on to them like she never wants to let go. Yes, I get a little sappy when I look at this picture.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Day 84 (July 31st): Hands
These are the hands that held me the day I was born, turned over multiplication cards over and over again when I had trouble with math, rubbed my back when I wasn't feeling well, tucked me in at night, comforted me when I didn't make the volleyball team, unpacked my boxes when I moved away to go to college and buttoned up my wedding dress. And now my daughter is holding on to them like she never wants to let go. Yes, I get a little sappy when I look at this picture.
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