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This week we are writing about hands!
I love hands. You can tell a persons age by looking at their hands. They can hide a lot with make-up on their faces. But you usually can't hide your age on your hands. My hands look just like my mom's hands looked as she grew older. I look at my hands and I remember my mom. I have crazy, crooked fingers with short thin nails. And age spots. Lots of age spots. Shows that I worked in the sun and never used a lick of sun-screen on the backs of my hands. Wish I could go back and change that but alas I cannot.
I love my husband's hands. Lately his fingers have been 'fat' with fluid. We have had to take off his wedding ring so that we don't have to cut it off later. He doesn't like having his ring off. But I like his hands even with his fat fingers. He has nice nails and soft skin. He likes to hold my hand. We do that often. My granddaughter also likes to hold his hand.
The chubby little hands of a baby are the best though. With all the little wrinkles and folds. And the way they wrap their whole hand around your finger, in such a trusting way. I miss the babies and their sweet little hands. We communicate so much with our hands, don't we?