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)
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.)
What a wonderful gift to both, the firstborn and to you.
ReplyDeleteThis is so strong. I want to rush out and photograph my dad's hands and Bob's! I completely relate to this. And the wagon is lovely! What a talented man you have there!
ReplyDeleteThanks for this one...
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