Generations

I love that my sister, niece and great-nieces thought to take a photo of their hands, along with my Mom's hand.

Our hands tell our stories. We work with them and love with them. They begin so sweet and tender and, as time goes by, they become to us, as owners of our hands, wrinkly and ugly. But to those who know and love us, they are dearer to us, each passing year.

Love your hands. Appreciate what they have done and can do for you. And take care of them. Like your feet, your quality of life depends on them.