Graf Week #1 Hands

Hands…..so tiny but yet strong enough to hold a baby bottle and rattle….then they grew. My hands were a little larger and strong enough to hold a crayon and paintbrush when I was little….then they grew. I was able to grip the handlebars of my first bike and pedal down the driveway after daddy took my training wheels off. My hands were soft and flawless; except for an occasional scratch from one of my cats….then they grew. I remember boarding the school bus and waving goodbye to my mother. My hands worked diligently writing, painting, erasing and correcting mistakes….then they grew. My hands were tan from spending long summers riding my four wheeler, picking berries, playing badminton and catching fireflies…then they grew. My hands tightly gripped the wheel at ten o’clock and two o’clock position when I was driving around town with my permit….then they grew. My hand held onto his when we said our vows at the altar and he placed a beautiful diamond wedding band on my finger….then they grew. My hands suffered many bites and scratches when I brought Jordan, my golden retriever puppy, home. My hands were always available for my son and daughter to hold onto when they were first learning to walk…..then they grew. Now my hands wave goodbye to them when they get on the bus, and clap for them when they play baseball, softball, basketball, football and soccer. My hands never tire; although I know that someday they will. My hands savor hugging and tickling my children because….then they grew.