
Today a small hand tapped my arm to wake me for the day. Today a sticky hand grabbed onto my dress to ask for a drink. Today a tiny hand grabbed mine as we walked into church. Today hands scratched my back--as a trade for a chunk of cookie dough. Today a hand patted my back to remind me that we are friends. Today hands helped me make dinner and even took out the garbage :). Today a hand turned my face--and Christopher said--"I love you, Mom". There are so many pairs of hands that affect each day of my life--and today it made me wonder...what am I doing with my hands? Am I brushing aside the ones I love most? Am I so busy washing the dishes that I don't have time to dig in the dirt or color or build the tallest lego tower? How can my hands help to build the lives of those around me?