In my quest to recognize what I'm grateful for in my life, I realize that I love my husband's hands. He loves to touch me and I love when he does. When I'm stretched out on the couch, these hands rub my feet, always without me asking. Every single night while we lay in bed, we fall asleep either holding hands or with his hand on the small of my back. When I'm tossing and turning, he lays his hand on my back and I settle right down. No matter what I do, these hands are always wanting to touch me and I love him for that. I also love him for the reason those hands are blackened, he's currently remodeling my kitchen and covered in flexseal.
"Blessing of the Hands" - author unknown
These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love for you,
that are holding yours on your wedding day,
as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow, and forever.
These are the hands that will work alongside yours,
as together you build your future.
These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years,
and with the slightest touch,
will comfort you like no other.
These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief fills your mind.
These are the hands that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes;
tears of sorrow, and tears of joy.
These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children.
These are the hands that will help you to hold your family as one.
These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it.
And lastly, these are the hands that even when wrinkled and aged,
will still be reaching for yours,
still giving you the same unspoken tenderness with just a touch.