day 21 | Joy of Love: Hands
The first picture is the hand of my girl. I found these hands up before anyone else this morning, down in the family room all by her sweet little self, lights on, kids hymns playing, folding a huge basket of laundry. I desperately tried to figure out a way to not have to tell her that those clothes hadn't yet been washed, but even when I did she just cheerfully put them back in the basket and promised to help me fold them once they had been. So this afternoon, when it was time to make some cinnamon rolls to take to a friend, I took full advantage of those helpful hands.
The second picture shows the hands of Jack and Sam. Little Jack is always the first to remind everyone to hold hands when we pray.
Chubby baby hand, scratched-up tomboy hand and nubby-nailed boy hand joy...
The first picture is the hand of my girl. I found these hands up before anyone else this morning, down in the family room all by her sweet little self, lights on, kids hymns playing, folding a huge basket of laundry. I desperately tried to figure out a way to not have to tell her that those clothes hadn't yet been washed, but even when I did she just cheerfully put them back in the basket and promised to help me fold them once they had been. So this afternoon, when it was time to make some cinnamon rolls to take to a friend, I took full advantage of those helpful hands.
The second picture shows the hands of Jack and Sam. Little Jack is always the first to remind everyone to hold hands when we pray.
Chubby baby hand, scratched-up tomboy hand and nubby-nailed boy hand joy...