Day 120
Dave picked raspberries this morning from the garden and brought them to me for breakfast. I have always loved the gifts from his hands...strong, hard-working hands that know how to serve. His hands were one of the things that first impressed me, so long ago. Then, they were muscial hands, playing guitar, piano and clarinet. They were holding hands, helping hands and protecting. Now, I see him doing the same with his grandchildren...where has the time gone?
1 comment:
Beautifully said... like poetry. has David read it? He should feel honored.
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