176. her hands

One would think that once one’s children turn 23, you would stop marveling at things like their hands and fingers. Kathleen sent this photo to me of Kate, my oldest, on their weekend visit in Portland. And I have to tell you, her hands…those fingers, and my dad’s Boy Scout ring, still make me swoon. Tin Shed Garden Cafe, Portland ,OR.

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2 Responses to “176. her hands”

  1. I think that might be the sweetest thing I’ve ever read. If not, it’s definitely in the top 10!
    I can see myself feeling the same way, and maybe writing something similar, when my little girls have grown into ladies. :)

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