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My hands are looking older, it's no wonder.

These hands
Clung to my mothers neck
Built sand castles and made mud pies
Gripped the handlebars of a bicycle soooooo tightly
Learned to drive a stick shift
Delivered calves
Milked cows
Got sweaty holding a boy's hand for the first time
Wrote love notes and poetry
Navigated a piano keyboard
Waved goodbye to home and my mom
Carried SO much luggage to my college dorm room
Learned to dribble and shoot and mostly.. rebound
Typed endless essays and papers
Put the wedding band on my husband's finger
Marveled at the miracle of the softness of a baby
Changed SOOO many dirty diapers
Made sand castles and mud pies again
Held tightly to hands on the first day of school
Put many a band aid on many a boo boo
Clapped so loud and so proud at school plays, concerts and sports games
Conducted choirs
Taught Chemistry, Geometry, Earth Science, Biology and Basketball
Went to medical school
Filled in a billion and one bubbles on test sheets
Learned to use needles, ultrasound machines, suture....
Trembled when they held the diploma
Held tightly to a camera at graduations, and pushed the shutter button
Have all through the years made meals, cleaned endless bathrooms, washed clothes, watered plants, trimmed yards, planted flowers, wiped tears, hugged tight, hogged the remote...


.....

Have you looked at your hands lately?

I heart the men in my life.

...Someday soon, there will be first steps, first falls. There will be piggy-back rides and father-son wrestling. There will be tag and catch and games of hide-and-seek played beneath the soft blankets of our bed or peeking out at the world from the crack behind the door.

There will be skinned-knees and grass stained clothes, bugs in jars, mud pies, bicycles, little league, bus stops, backpacks and book covers. The world will not wait.

But this morning, there is only this. And it's all my heart can hold...