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This week we are writing about hands!
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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?
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Great post. You are so right - we can tell so much about a person by their hands. Glad you were able to get back to writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Amy!
DeleteVery nicely done Paula! I look at my hands and I see my mom's hands too. We truly do communicate a lot with our hands; I tend to talk a lot with them, LOL :)
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I don't think I use mine all that much to talk. I will have to pay attention!
DeleteI can't complete a sentence without my hands! LOL - I don't know whose hands I see when I look at mine - but I love my hands best when one is holding my husbands! Our hands do tell a story - thank you for sharing yours!
ReplyDeleteYes they do. Thanks for stopping by
DeleteGood job on this. I enjoyed it. Recently my daughter completed a session of volunteering at Horses for Hope with an autistic child. He didn't want to hold her hand, but liked holding on her arm, just above the wrist. I got a picture of that and it is precious. I hope to post about it soon.
ReplyDeleteThat is sweet Fancy!
DeleteGreat job Paula....we really do communicate a lot with our hands.
ReplyDeleteYes, we do Wendy!
DeleteI love your description of Richard's hands, Paula. ... honest, I did a little "awwww" at the mentioned of he and Harley holding hands. Now, that's the Good Stuff.
ReplyDeleteMy own fingers probably tell a sorry tale. I never outgrew chewing on my cuticles; they're wide and stubby like my dad's. Mom's? I actually did a post a few years ago about her hands. Here's that link if you'd like to read it sometime: http://mevely317.blogspot.com/search?q=Momma%27s+hands
Of course I would like to read it...yep he is a hand-holder
DeleteSuch a sweet post. Have I mentioned lately how much I love to read about you and Richard? And you're right about baby hands!
ReplyDeleteYou are too sweet Lisa. Richard and I are just ordinary people on a journey for life!
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