Hands

This is for one of the most important people to me:

Around 28 bones. Cartilage. Ligaments. Blood vessels. Tendons. Nerves. Who would’ve thought that the hands of the people you love would be so precious to you? A simple part of the body; able to do so much.

It was the hands that held me when I was seconds old.
It was the hands that baptized me.
It was the hands that hid the tooth fairy’s dollar.
It was the hands that gave me my first Bible.
It was the hands that wiped away my tears.
It was the hands that thought to fix my broken toys.
It was the hands to tear open those well-packed gifts.
It was the hands to make me the best breakfasts.
It was the hands that I watched give my sister away.
It was the hands that fight for our family daily.
It was the hands of my father.

Strong hands that have done so much for me.
I look at them shake when he’s down and I feel my whole world shake.
I watch him hold them out the window like an airplane and I’m reminded of why I love him.
I see the scars of life on his palms and it is made clear that he has fought for me.

He was my first love.
He is my protector.
He is my teacher.
He is my friend.
He is my father.

Who would have thought that his hands would mean so much to me?
Who would have thought that he would be the one I fear to lose most?
Who would have thought that I would have such an amazing man for a father?