|Daddy's hands giving Mom cake|
|Daddy's hands loving on Mom|
My dad was always one to take care of things right away. If a chair broke or a light bulb burned out or yard work needed done, he didn't procrastinate doing what needed to be done. I can picture his hands repairing and mending, fixing and working.
|Daddy's hands teasing my son|
One summer, he and I built a railroad tie and rock stairway up around a hill in our back yard. I can see his strong hands lifting those ties and carrying them to their spot. He would show me how to place the gravel and the pavers around each one.
|Daddy giving my my bath|
All through my life, when I think of my dad, I see his hands...Daddy's hands. They prayed, they caressed, they worked, they built, they gave baths, they held sparklers, they disciplined, they fixed banged up knees, but most of all, they built a family. My father wasn't much on talking about girl stuff or emotional things...men back then didn't do that. But he showed us, with his hands, that we were the most precious things in the world to him.
|Daddy's hands holding me|
It's a wonderful thing to be able to look back over my childhood and remember all the love that my dad gave me. Men didn't talk much in those days. They gave their love with their hearts and their hands. Now that my mom is gone, he talks more. But I still love to watch his hands. They make me feel sure and peace and loved. I can never get enough of Daddy's hands!
|Dad hugging his grandson|
|Dad holding his first great grandson|
|Daddy's hands holding the Bible|
|Daddy's hands, holding mine, to pray|
|There's always love in Daddy's hands!|