Hands.
There are certain things I like to remember. Sometimes I take a picture of those things so if I someday forget, I’ll have a permanent reminder. For example, hands. And in this case, my grandparents’ hands.
When I look at their hands, I see more than hands. I see…
…years of selling Avon
…giving me endless chocolate popsicles when I was 6
…letting me taste her coffee when I was 5
…making pecan pie and blackberry cobbler in her kitchen
…laying out her domino train on my kitchen table
…holding her cards while we played
…pretending to rock my baby doll to sleep when I was 4
…peeling the shrimp for his famous gumbo
…fishing in the lake behind his house
…years of working on boats
…teaching me how to play pool in their game room at their Louisiana house
…lifting me in and out of the hot tub when I was 6
…swinging on the porch swing with me
…dumping the Tab out of their dog’s water bowl (I swear, she liked it)
Yes, I see a lot more than just hands. I’m thankful for their recent visit. And I’m thankful they are my grandparents.
I love hands. They say so much about a person.
Thanks for a good cry! I lost my grandfather not too long ago and your sweet words brought back lots of memories.
Loved this. I teared up too!