Hands...

So as I was browsing pictures on my computer, I saw this one of Tessa's hands when she was just three months old and I remembered how she used to be so amazed every time she would catch sight of her little hands. She would stop and just stare at them and follow them with her little eyes and then of course, pull her tiny fingers to her mouth. What is it about hands?

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?