Those Hands

One of the first things I notice about a person are their hands. I like to think of the stories those hands have to tell. Stories of strength, of weakness, of care, of love. I like to imagine what those hands have experienced and accomplished.

My dad is not a small man, and neither are his hands. Although, he does not have lengthy fingers or hands, they are solid and if you've ever met the man, you have probably met his strong handshake as well. He's not afraid to use those hands for all jobs, rough and tough. However, I know of many times he has used those hands to smooth back some hair from his daughters face or to cradle his grandchildren. 

Good hugs

 

These hands, of my father's have not seen the likes of lotion too many times but we couldn't count how many times they have been covered in grease or dirt. The roughness in his hands tell of many trials, small and great that have been fought head on, while those small smooth spots tell of humility in times that he pulled himself up, always working harder and harder.

Kisses from the dad

I'm so proud to call him my dad!

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When I was dating Nathan, his hands told me all sorts of stories. His hands are strong, rough around the edges, but if you study them you find gentle, soft divets. They are firm but nonthreatening and with them comes an acceptance of understanding and patience. These hands I love so much have a gift of healing that was passed to him from his mother but I often reap the benefits from. I have known these hands to reach out to more people than I could count. They have worked on countless cars of family and friends, they have written anonymous checks for someone in need, and they have tickled more than should ever be allowed! Currently, they are wrapped tightly around his small son while they sit fast asleep.

Dad and Kamden taking a Father's Day nap

Kamden couldn't have a better dad in all the world, seriously!

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My father-in-law is a quiet man but don't be fooled, he's got a great personality! One that has enable his hands to reach out to many, many people. There are countless times I have seen those hands supporting a book, seeping in all the knowledge and education that they can. His hands have known many melodies played on the strings of his guitar and have sweetly soothed his grandson to sleep on many occasions (when he gets the chance). There is also a build in admiration for these hands when I see them and am reminded of my dear husbands, the similarities that were passed on. I know they have supported four strong boys!

My husband and father-in-law

I have so much gratitude for how this man raised his son!

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Happy Fathers Day!

Kamden holding onto his dad's thumb

I will always cherish the hands that brought me up, those that raised my husband, and the ones that provide safety to my son.