Daddy's Hands*

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was crying
Daddy’s hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong,
Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle,
But I’ve come to understand,
There was always love in daddy’s hands.
(*Daddy's Hands by Holly Dunn)

My Handyman has hands like that. So, did my Jim and so did my Granddad.

As I watched his hands work to put together this wagon for his firstborn grandchild’s first birthday, I could not help but think of the other two strong men in my life and the chorus of that song.

Roughened by years of working with wood, he yet has a gentle touch with all he meets. How fortunate are the people in this man’s life.

And, how grateful I am that he is in mine.

(Thank you to My Handyman allowing me to photograph his hands while at work.)