these hands...

I love these hands.

These are the hands of the boy.

The boy I married.

These are the hands of the man.
The man I am still married to

and

love with all of my heart.

They have been busy hands .

They have been hard-working hands.

These hands have provided for us so faithfully and so willingly.

These hands tell of the 49 years of service

that has been given so freely.

These hands have been used by God.

These hands hold mine.
They have been the hands

to comfort me

to love me

and

to hold mine in prayer.

They have been the hands to hold our babies.

These hands

have changed their diapers,

taught them to throw a football

and to pray.

These hands have transformed our houses into our homes.

They have been the *do it* behind the *think it*.

They have built houses,

playhouses,

and memories.

I love these hands.

I love this man.

Happy Birthday, Dearie!