Hands

If you know me for any length of time you will know that I have a thing for hands.  Not my hands, they look and feel horrible, but man hands are the things I am attracted to.  Yes, a boy may have a really cute face, be really nice, but if his hands are wimpy.. i am suddenly not attracted to this person at all.  I like big, strong, calloused, scar covered hands.  You can tell a lot about a person by their hands.  I think this all comes from years at looking at my daddy's, paw paw's, and grand paw's hands.  They all have big, tough hands.  They are brown from the sun, calloused and scar covered from years of farm and carpentry work.  Rarely is there a nail that doesn't have a blue spot or a crease they doesn't have some form of grease.  As tough as these hands are, they are also gentle.  They are the hands that have the gentle touch of a hug.  The hands that caught me when I was little.  The hands that clap at any achievement and the hands that have created things for my enjoyment.  

It took me a long time to see myself as God's little girl.  And when I think about his hands I am again at aw.  His hands have scars from the cross for me, his hands have life, his hands are strong, his hands hold the world, and his hands are the ones that hold me when no one else can.  

So, I have a thing for hands.  It's probably the first thing I notice about a boy.  The hands.  I like hands.