After supper this evening we were all sat around the table and AJ started inspecting Jay’s hands. Jay is a plant mechanic so they are pretty bashed and work roughened. As AJ pointed to each cut and bruise her Daddy explained how he got them. Putting her soft pale hands in his, AJ’s looked so small and new.
Jay told us how as a little boy he was fascinated by his own Dad’s hands. How rough and callused they were from work. How his own hands were so small and new against them. And now, his own grown up hands so like his Dad’s, remind him of that time.
I wonder what the future holds for our little girls hands.