They are the hands that held the ring on the night that he asked me to marry him.
They are the hands that cheered for me when I graduated from graduate school and passed my CPA exam.
They are the hands that held mine on the day we promised to love each other in good times and bad.
They are the hands that held the steering wheel as we drove to our new home... a home that was far away from the only "home" I'd ever known.
They are the hands that led me through unfamiliar streets, parking garages, and skyways to my first real job.
They are the hands that led me through unfamiliar streets, parking garages, and skyways to my first real job.
They are the hands that made the sign of the cross one Easter vigil night.
They are the hands that worked so diligently to complete a Master's degree.
They are the hands that signed the paperwork to purchase our first home.
They are the hands that cradled our first common love, our puppy.
They are the hands that cradled our first common love, our puppy.
They are the hands that I held as we drove through the night to attend his father's funeral.
They are the hands that wiped my tears when our future seemed uncertain.
They are the hands that dialed countless phone numbers in search of a job amidst devastating circumstances.
They are the hands that picked out parenting books on the night we learned we were having our first baby.
They are the hands that have folded in prayer countless times as we placed our needs, our fears, and our desires before the Lord.
They are his hands.
The hands of a humble, gracious, caring, hard working, generous, God loving, selfless, intelligent, sports loving, protective, supportive, loving man.
They are the perfect hands.
They are the hands of my husband.
They were the hands that, on three separate occasions, first held mine and then held the tiny miracles that were given to us from above.
And now...
They are the hands that hold them when they are happy and when they are sad.
They are the hands that teach them and guide them as they grow.
They are the hands that protect them.
They are the hands that work hard to provide for them.
They are the hands that pray for them and thank the Lord for them.
They are the hands that cheer for them and support them in all that they do and want to do.
They are the perfect hands.
They are the hands of their Daddy.
They are the hands that have folded in prayer countless times as we placed our needs, our fears, and our desires before the Lord.
They are his hands.
The hands of a humble, gracious, caring, hard working, generous, God loving, selfless, intelligent, sports loving, protective, supportive, loving man.
They are the perfect hands.
They are the hands of my husband.
*****
And then...They were the hands that, on three separate occasions, first held mine and then held the tiny miracles that were given to us from above.
And now...
They are the hands that hold them when they are happy and when they are sad.
They are the hands that teach them and guide them as they grow.
They are the hands that protect them.
They are the hands that work hard to provide for them.
They are the hands that pray for them and thank the Lord for them.
They are the hands that cheer for them and support them in all that they do and want to do.
They are the perfect hands.
They are the hands of their Daddy.
*****
We are so lucky, so blessed,
to have his hands holding our hearts.
Happy Father's Day to the
Husband and Daddy
with the perfect hands!
with the perfect hands!
1 comment:
Beautiful. We truly are blessed to have such wonderful husbands and dads in our lives and those of our children!
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